Upon the slightest pretext there was a haughty drawing up of the figure, a twisting of the lips into a smile of scorn.
Caraher spoke of shooting S.Behrman on sight before the end of the week.

Twice it became necessary to separate Hooven and Cutter, renewing their quarrel as to the ownership of the steer.

All at once Minna Hooven's "partner" fell upon the gayly apparelled clerk from Bonneville, pummelling him with his fists, hustling him out of the hall, vociferating that Miss Hooven had been grossly insulted.

It took three men to extricate the clerk from his clutches, dazed, gasping, his collar unfastened and sticking up into his face, his eyes staring wildly into the faces of the crowd.
But Annixter, bursting with pride, his chest thrown out, his chin in the air, reigned enthroned in a circle of adulation.

He was the Hero.