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"
Let
us
have
it
!
"
responded
several
voices
.
"
America
for
the
Americans
,
and
confusion
to
all
foreign
interlopers
--
especially
the
damned
Irish
!
"
On
delivering
the
obnoxious
sentiment
,
he
staggered
back
a
pace
;
which
brought
his
body
in
contact
with
that
of
the
mustanger
--
at
the
moment
standing
with
the
glass
raised
to
his
lips
.
The
collision
caused
the
spilling
of
a
portion
of
the
whisky
and
water
;
which
fell
over
the
mustanger
's
breast
.
Was
it
an
accident
?
No
one
believed
it
was
--
even
for
a
moment
.
Accompanied
by
such
a
sentiment
the
act
could
only
have
been
an
affront
intended
and
premeditated
.
All
present
expected
to
see
the
insulted
man
spring
instantly
upon
his
insulter
.
They
were
disappointed
,
as
well
as
surprised
,
at
the
manner
in
which
the
mustanger
seemed
to
take
it
.
There
were
some
who
even
fancied
he
was
about
to
submit
to
it
.
"
If
he
does
,
"
whispered
Hancock
in
Sloman
's
ear
,
"
he
ought
to
be
kicked
out
of
the
room
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
be
alarmed
about
that
,
"
responded
the
infantry
officer
,
in
the
same
sotto
voce
.
"
You
'll
find
it
different
.
I
'm
not
given
to
betting
,
as
you
know
;
but
I
'd
lay
a
month
's
pay
upon
it
the
mustanger
do
n't
back
out
;
and
another
,
that
Mr
Cassius
Calhoun
will
find
him
an
ugly
customer
to
deal
with
,
although
just
now
he
seems
more
concerned
about
his
fine
shirt
,
than
the
insult
put
upon
him
.
Odd
devil
he
is
!
"
While
this
whispering
was
being
carried
on
,
the
man
to
whom
it
related
was
still
standing
by
the
bar
--
to
use
a
hackneyed
phrase
,
"
the
observed
of
all
observers
.
"
Having
deposited
his
glass
upon
the
counter
,
he
had
drawn
a
silk
handkerchief
from
his
pocket
,
and
was
wiping
from
his
embroidered
shirt
bosom
the
defilement
of
the
spilt
whisky
.
