With a sweep of his arm, Frank thrust aside all who stood between him and the man. With a stride he was at the man’s side. Quick and firm was his grasp on the man’s arm.
“Don’t hurt that boy! Stop it, sir!”
With a snarl, the man whirled and——
Jack Cunningham and Frank Merriwell were face to face!
CHAPTER XI.
KING JIMMY THE FIRST.
“Mind yoah business, suh! The youngster climbed all over me, an’ I’m goin’ to——”
“I wouldn’t hurt him, if I were you. He didn’t mean any harm.”
Frank spoke quietly, softly, smoothly, looking into the fierce eyes of the ruffian.
“That settles it!” breathed the delighted boy. “Now I reckon you’ll let me go! If you don’t, Frank Merriwell will do something to you!”
“Frank Merriwell?”