"Some do," laughed Frank, keeping his eyes on Miller.
"I'll have his life!" panted the man, springing toward Frank, and then halting suddenly, and throwing up his hand.
"Look out!" screamed the girl. "He's got a pistol!"
Frank knew this well enough, and he was expecting just such a move, so it happened that the words had scarcely left the girl's lips when the revolver was sent flying from Wade Miller's hand.
The boy had leaped forward, and, with one skillful kick, disarmed his foe by knocking the weapon out of his hand.
Miller seemed dazed for a moment, and then he started for Frank, once more grinding his teeth.
"Oh, let me take a hand in this!" cried Barney Mulloy, who was eager for a fight. "Me blud is gittin' shtagnant."
"Keep away!" ordered Frank. "I can look out for myself."
"I'll kill ye! I'll kill ye!" snarled the infuriated man.
"Well, you have tried that trick twice, but I do not see that you have succeeded to any great extent."