The liquor was poured into the glasses, and the tramp, diving deep in
his pockets, drew out some small silver currency, and, with a movement
expressive of untold wealth, threw it on the counter.

As he did so, the bar-keeper uttered an oath of astonishment, several of
the roysterers sprang forward, and Barney, with an exclamation of
amazement, put his hand on a Pinkerton detective star, with its terrible
eye in the center, which had fallen on the counter with the nickles and
dimes the tramp had thrown down.

Dark looks and murderous eyes were turned on the tramp, and more than
one hand was placed on a revolver, The bar-keeper with an ugly look, and
bullying swagger, stepped from behind the bar and advanced on the tramp,
his face distorted with rage, and his fists doubled in a most aggressive
manner.

The tramp, without moving, and apparently ignorant of the sensation he
had created, raised his glass to his lips, and with a hearty "Here's to
ye, lads," tossed off the whisky.

As he replaced his glass, he became aware that he was the center of
attention, and facing the bar-keeper, said:

"What's the row with ye? I paid fer the drinks,"

"What are you doin' with a detective's star?" said the bar-keeper,

"Haven't I a right to one; I dunno--finders keepers, losers weepers--I
picked the bit of brass up on the road not over an hour ago,"