"I thought I told you to stay about to-night!" "I have been down to Lonigan's saloon," faltered Joe, his courage going from him at sight of the gambler.
"What took you there ?" asked Gilmore angrily.

"Don't you get enough to drink at my place ?" "Lots to drink, boss, but it's mostly too rich for my blood.

I ain't used to bein' so pampered." "Come along with me!" said Gilmore briefly.
"Where to, boss ?" asked Montgomery, in feeble protest.
"You'll know presently." "I thought I'd like to go home, maybe--" said Joe irresolutely.
"Never mind what you thought you'd like, you come with me!" insisted Gilmore.
Although the handy-man's first impulse had been that of revolt, he now followed the gambler meekly back across the Square.

They entered the building at the corner of Main Street and mounted to Mr.Gilmore's rooms.

The latter silently unlocked the door and motioned Montgomery to precede him into the apartment, then he followed, pausing midway of the room to turn up the gas which was burning low.