he drinks too much."

"Well, you won't have any trouble with me on that score."

"Don't you drink?"

"Not a drop, sir."

"I am glad to hear it, and it is to your credit," concluded the hotel
proprietor.

CHAPTER VII.

BLOWS AND KIND DEEDS.

Several days passed and Joe went out half a dozen times on the lake with
parties from the hotel. All whom he served were pleased with him and
treated him so nicely that, for the time being, his past troubles were
forgotten.

At the beginning of the week Ned Talmadge came to see him.

"I am going away to join the folks out West," said Ned.

"I hope you will have a good time," answered our hero.

"Oh, I'm sure to have that, Joe. By the way, you are nicely settled
here, it would seem."

"Yes, and I am thankful for it."

"Mr. Mallison is a fine man to work for, so I have been told. You had
better stick to him."

"I shall--as long as the work holds out."

"Maybe he will give you something else to do, after the boating season
is over."

A few more words passed, and then Ned took his departure. It was to be a
long time before the two friends would meet again.

So far Joe had had no trouble with anybody around the hotel, but that
evening, when he was cleaning out his boat, a man approached him and
caught him rudely by the shoulder.

"So you're the feller that's took my job from me, eh?" snarled the
newcomer.

Our hero looked up and recognized Sam Cullum, the boatman who had been
discharged for drinking. Even now the boatman was more than half under
the influence of intoxicants.

"I haven't taken anybody's job from him," answered Joe.

"I say yer did!" growled Cullum. "It ain't fair, nuther!"

To this our hero did not reply, but went on cleaning out his boat.

"Fer two pins I'd lick yer!" went on the tipsy boatman, lurching
forward.

"See here, Sam Cullum, I want you to keep your distance," said Joe,
sharply. "Mr. Mallison discharged you for drinking. I had nothing to do
with it."

"I don't drink; leastwise, I don't drink no more'n I need."

"Yes, you do. It would be the best thing in the world for you if you'd
leave liquor alone entirely."

"Humph! don't you preach to me, you little imp!"

"Then leave me alone."

"You stole the job from me an' I'm going to lick you for it."

"If you touch me you'll get hurt," said Joe, his eyes flashing. "Leave
me alone and I'll leave you alone."

"Bah!" snarled the other, and struck out awkwardly. He wante