"It wouldn't be good for him," remarked one of the company.
At this Frank started to his feet, stalked about the room, and put on all the disgusting airs of a drunken braggart. Even his father saw the ridiculous figure he cut, and growled out:
"There, Frank, that'll do. Don't make a miserable fool of yourself!"
At which Frank retorted, with so much of insolence that his father flew into a towering passion, and ordered him to leave the bar-room.
"You can go out yourself if you don't like the company. I'm very well satisfied," answered Frank.
"Leave this room, you impudent young scoundrel!"
"Can't go, my amiable friend," said Frank, with a cool self-possession that maddened his father, who got up hastily, and moved across the bar-room to the place where he was standing.
"Go out, I tell you!" Slade spoke resolutely.
