“Oh, I know a few things.”
“Then you’ve been rubber-necking. Well, it’s just like you. I believe I have a right to be friendly with Mr. Havener?”
“Yes; but you don’t want your father to know just how friendly, and I don’t fancy you care to have the rest of the company know it. You keep still about me, for I can hurt you if you don’t.”
“So you’d try to hurt my character, would you? Well, I never thought any better of you. But you do it if you dare! If you say one word about me that is bad, I’ll shoot you full of holes! If you blow your mouth to pop, I’ll have your hide and tan it for shoe leather! Don’t you forgit it, either! And I advise you to keep away from Frank Merriwell, for he can lick the stuffing out of you the best day you ever saw.”
Dunton nearly lost his breath.
“Why—why,” he gasped, “you’re crazy!”
“Nope, just mad—blazin’ mad!”
“If Merriwell gives me any guff, you’ll see——”
“He never gives anybody guff, but he’ll give you a thrashing if you get gay with him.”
“I can whip him.”