“Stop! That is my friend!”
Frank had paused with his hands on his hips, smiling quietly.
“Let him come if he wants to so bad, Forest,” he said. “I’ll give him another dose of the same medicine I gave him last night.”
“If you dare attempt to touch him, Sullivan, I’ll discharge you!” came sharply from the young lumberman.
That caused the foreman of the drive to drop his hands, muttering to himself.
“So you had an encounter with him last night, Mr. Merriwell?” said Fred. “I don’t see that you bear any marks.”
“I was fortunate enough to escape without receiving any,” smiled Frank.
“Sullivan says a gang of about twenty men jumped on him and Levi Pombere.”
“I think he stretched that somewhat.”
“How many were there in your party?”