Then he started away.
“If yeou want a slice of beefsteak fer that air eye,” drawled the youth from Vermont, “there’s a butcher shop daown the street a piece.”
Dunton did not reply or turn about.
The crowd was curious to know what the trouble was about, and so Frank made haste to get away.
Hans and Ephraim accompanied him.
“That air chap kainder run up ag’inst a snag, didn’t he, Frank?” said the Yankee. “Whut was the raow abaout?”
Merry explained, as they entered the post office.
“Vale,” said Hans, sagely, “some beoble don’d knew so much pefore some dings happens as they knew afterward britty queek.”
“That chap hates yeou, Frank,” asserted Ephraim; “and yeou want to look aout for him.”
“He doesn’t seem to be very dangerous,” smiled Merry, dropping his letter into the slot.