Dunton and Sargent were there, and Dunton was taking off his coat in a very significant manner, while Sargent was hastily locking the door.
There was trouble in the air.
CHAPTER XVI.
DUNTON’S DISCOMFITURE.
Frank did not wait to be attacked. He made a flying leap at Dunton, caught the fellow with his coat halfway off, and flung him clean across the bed, so that his head was rammed against the wall with a thud that seemed to shake the building.
Then he went at Sargent.
Sargent turned to meet him, but did not get round quick enough.
Frank slammed him up against the door so that it nearly burst open.
“Glad you gentlemen called,” he declared, gently. “Make yourselves at home. I shall do my best to entertain you.”
He had Sargent by the neck, and he thumped the fellow’s head against the door so hard that the panel was cracked.