Thud! the man dropped to the ground.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE BULLY MEETS HIS MATCH.
It was a clean knockout blow, delivered with marvelous skill and swiftness. The strange youth had not waited an instant before avenging the insult bestowed upon him.
The wipers gasped for breath and showed their excitement, while the engineers came hurrying toward the scene of the trouble.
“Now there’ll be blazes to pay!” whispered one man, his eyes betraying his fear.
“Mart’ll kill him!”
“In a minute! Look out for Old Slugs! He’s gettin’ up!”
The dazed and astounded wiper was sitting up. He looked at the youth in bewilderment. The visitor was calmly removing the tobacco from his shirt with a dainty white handkerchief.
“Did—did he hit me?” asked the bruiser.