"Tell him?" she repeated. "What did I not tell him!" Her voice was gentle, but what words could convey all the quivering ferocity of her elbows! "Mr. Geoffrey, I told Bud M'Ginnis just exactly what kind o' a beast Bud M'Ginnis is. I told Bud M'Ginnis where Bud M'Ginnis come from an' where Bud M'Ginnis would go to. I told Bud M'Ginnis the character of his mother an' father, very plain an' p'inted." "And what did he say?" "He say! Mr. Geoffrey, I didn't give him a chance to utter a single word, of course. An' when I'd said all there was to say, I picked up my heaviest flatiron, as happened to be handy, an' ordered him out; and Mr. Geoffrey, Bud M'Ginnis--went!" "Under the circumstances," said Ravenslee, "I'm not surprised that he did." "Ah, but he'll come back again, Mr. Geoffrey; he'll find Arthur alone next time, an' Arthur'll go along with him, and then--good night! The b'y'll get drunk an' lose his job like he did last time." "Why, then, he mustn't find Arthur alone." "And who's t' stop him?" "I." "Mr. Geoffrey, you're big an' strong, but M'Ginnis is stronger--and yet--" Mrs. Trapes ran a speculative eye over Ravenslee's lounging form. "H'm!" said she musingly, "but even if you did happen to lick him, what about th' gang?" "Echo, Mrs. Trapes, promptly answers, 'what'?" "Well, Mr. Geoffrey, I can tell ye there's been more 'n one poor feller killed around here to my knowing--yes, sir!" "But the police?" "Perlice!" snorted Mrs. Trapes. "M'Ginnis an' his father have a big pull with Tammany, an' Tammany is the perlice. Anyways, Mr. Geoffrey, don't you go having no trouble with Bud M'Ginnis; leave him to some one as is as much a brute-beast as he is." "But then--what of Spike?" "Oh, drat him! If Arthur ain't got the horse sense to know who's his worst enemy, he ain't worth a clean man riskin' his life over--for it would be your life you'd risk, Mr. Geoffrey--mark my words!" "Mrs. Trapes, your anxiety on my account flatters me, also I'm glad to know you think me a clean man. But all men must take risks--some for money, some for honour, and some for the pure love of it. Personally, I rather like a little risk--just a suspicion, if it's for something worth while." "Mr. Geoffrey, what are you gettin' at?" "Well, I would remind you that Spike has--a sister!" "Ah!" said Mrs. Trapes, and her lined face took on a sudden anxious expression. "Therefore, I've been contemplating--er--tackling Mr. M'Ginnis--at a proper and auspicious time, of course." "An' what o' the gang?" "Oh, drat the gang, Mrs. Trapes." "But you don't mean as you'd fight M'Ginnis?" "Well--er--the thought has occurred to me, Mrs. Trapes, though I'm quite undecided on the matter, and--er--I believe my breakfast is burning!" "My land!" ejaculated Mrs. Trapes, turning to snatch the pan from the stove, "I'm afraid the fire's ketched it a bit, Mr. Geoffrey--" "No matter." "An' now there's the coffee b'ilin' over!" "Let me help you," said Ravenslee, rising.