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Rh brute tramped heavily on his toe, and took the nail off. Supper was n't ready. The dining-room was engaged. Dan was showing Sal how the Prince of Wales schottische was danced in the huts Out Back. For music Sal was humming, and the two were flying about the room. Dad stood at the door and looked on, with blood in his eye.

"Look here!" he thundered suddenly, interrupting Dan—"I've had enough of you!" The couple stopped, astonished, and Sal cried, "Dad!" But Dad was hot. "Out of this!" (placing his hand on Dan, and shoving him) "You've loafed long enough on me! Off y' go t' th' devil!"

Dan went over to Anderson's, and Anderson took him in and kept him a week. Then Dan took Anderson down at a new game of cards, and went away West again.