The man who had jostled him was speaking to them angrily, but Billy could not catch the words.
"He's drunk," called the Pilgrim to the floor manager.

"Put him out!" Several men left their places and rushed over to them.

Because Flora was there and likely to be involved, Billy reached them first.
"This was _my_ dance!" the fellow was expostulating.

"She promised it to me." "Aw, he's drunk," repeated the Pilgrim, turning to Billy.

"It's Gus Svenstrom.