He wasn't any Barker to be wet-nursed by Demorest.
"Some one else was here!" said Demorest sternly, with his eyes fixed on Whiskey Dick.

The dull glaze which seemed to veil the outer world from the drunkard's pupils shifted suddenly with such a look of direct horror that Demorest was fain to turn away his own.

But the veil mercifully returned, and with it Dick's worked-up sense of injury.

Nobody was there--not "a shole." Did Demorest think if there had been any of his friends there they would have stood by like "dogsh" and seen him insulted?
Demorest turned away and re-entered the cabin as Dick lurched heavily forward, still muttering, down the trail.

The excitement over, a sickening repugnance to the whole incident took the place of Demorest's resentment and indignation.