"Is the squire at home?" asked the saloon keeper.
"I believe so," said the girl, doubtfully.
"I would like to see him. Say Mr. Denton wishes to see him
on important business."
The message was delivered.
"Mr. Denton!" repeated the squire, in surprise. "Is it Tony Denton?"
"Yes, sir."
"What can he wish to see me about?"
"He says it's business of importance, sir."
"Well, bring him in."
Prince Duncan assumed his most important attitude and bearing
when his visitor entered his presence.
"Mr.--ahem!--Denton, I believe?" he said, as if he found
difficulty in recognizing Tony.
"The same."
"I am--ahem!--surprised to hear that you have any business with me."
"Yet so it is, Squire Duncan," said Tony, not perceptibly
overawed by the squire's grand manner.
"Elucidate it!" said Prince Duncan, stiffly.
"You may not be aware, Squire Duncan, that your son Randolph
has for some time frequented my billiard saloon and has
run up a sum of twenty-seven dollars."
"I was certainly not aware of it. Had I been, I should have
forbidden his going there. It is no proper place for my son
to frequent."
"Well, I don't know about that.
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