he had struck him in the face. The
girl noticed the action, came nearer to him, and offered him her hand.
Shock, overcoming his feeling of shame, took the hand offered him, and
holding it for a moment, said: "My dear girl, this is no place for you.
Your home waits for you. Your Saviour loves you."

In the noise that filled the room no one save the girl herself heard
his words; but two or three men who knew Shock well, amazed at his
appearance in that place, exclaimed: "It's the preacher!"

Nancy, the keeper of the house, who was sitting at one of the tables
gambling with some men, sprang to her feet and, seeing Shock, poured
out a torrent of foul blasphemy.

"Get out of this house! Get out, I say! You've no business here. Go,
blank your blank soul! Take yourself out of this!"

She worked herself into a raging fury. Shock stood quietly looking at
her.

"Here, Tom! Pat! Put this blank, blank out, or you'll go yourselves.
What do I keep you for?"

Three or four men, responding to her call, approached Shock.

Meantime The Don, who had been sitting at one of the tables with three
others, a pile of money before him, stood gazing in amazement at Shock,
unable to believe his eyes.

As the men approached Shock The Don came forward.

"Stop!" he said. "This man is my friend."

"Friend or no friend," shrieked Nancy, beside herself with rage, "out
he goes. He called me names in this town. He threatened to drive me out
of the town."

"Come, Don," said Shock, ignoring Nancy. "I want you."

"Wait one moment and I am with you," replied The Don, going back to the
table where he had been sitting. "We will finish this game again,
gentlemen," he said. "Hickey, that's my money. Hand it over."

"You lie!" said Hickey. "Curse you for a blank, blank swell! You can't
come that game over us. It aint your money, anyway, and you know it.
That's money you raised for the hospital. Come on, boys, let's clean
them out. They don't belong to us."

With these words he sprang at The Don, but The Don's training in the
'Varsity gymnasium had not been in vain, and he met Hickey with a
straight left-hander that sent him into the corner upon his shoulders,
with his feet in the air.

Simultaneously with Hickey's attack, Nancy, shrieking "Kill him! kill
him!" flew at Shock, and fastening her fingers in his hair dragged his
head downward. Taking advantage of this attack a man from the crowd
rushed in and struck him a heavy blow on the neck, and