"Let the blazes out of here!" broke in Kingston, forcing the words with difficulty through his dry throat. "What are you doing here, anyhow?" You eloped with Kingston, didn't you? Stay sloped. I'm done with you for good!"
"Eloped?" echoed his wife, dumbfounded.
"Oh, I'm on, all right." He growled. "I'm not trying any of your other than those ways on me. It's too late for that. I know what you are. And I'm going to tell you. You're?"
"One moment, Mr. Hilliard." quietly interposed Bruce, stepping forward to Eunice's side, "you say you are going to tell Mrs. Hilliard what she is. If you tell her she is anything but best and truest wife, a drunken cur husband ever had?why, I'm going to tell you. And then I'm to smash the words down your throat, a long kiss with your teeth."
"I mean Hilliard lurched to his feet, in gust of drunkenness, and confronted the stranger and shorter man. "You're young Kingston, aren't you?" he growled. "I remember now, I met you once. You're the man that's stolen my wife from me, eh? Well, take her." 