Frank pulled him back on the seat.
“I tell you to keep still!”
“I tell you go to thunder!” snarled Fred, as he tore from Merry and flung himself from the carriage.
He fell sprawlingly, but gathered himself up directly and was on his feet when Merry stopped the horses.
“G’wan!” cried the unreasonable chap. “Want noshing to do wish you!”
Hackett tumbled out.
“G’wan!” he echoed. “Noshing to do wish you at all!”
He joined Fillmore and feebly tried to brush the dust from his friend’s clothing.
“What are we going to do about it, Hodge?” asked Frank.
“Let the blamed fools go,” answered Bart, at once. “Why should we bother with them? They’ve fixed themselves the way they planned to fix us.”