The furious fellow struck at Frank, huskily crying:
“Take that, you young ruffian! It’s a bobby I’ll call and have you arrested for what you have done!”
But Frank avoided the blow with ease.
He did not strike Stanford again.
“You are a mark,” he laughed. “I’m ashamed to give you what you deserve. Why, I could break your nose in a moment if I wished.”
“Bragging again! You Americans are always bragging! That is all you know how to do!”
“Really! History shows we have done up Johnny Bull twice, and done him good. If necessary, we can do him up again.”
Again Stanford rushed, and again Frank ducked and dodged aside, thrusting out his foot and tripping the Englishman.
Down upon the planking plunged the angry nobleman, striking his nose hard enough to scrape it quite severely.
When he got up he was blind with rage—almost frothing.