“Mr. Fowler,” spoke Frank, “you have not earned any money. Instead, you have earned a fine by appearing on the stage last night in a state of intoxication.”
“Who says so?”
“I do.”
“Then you li——”
Fowler did not quite finish the word. Frank had him by the neck and pinned him against the wall in a moment. Merry’s eyes were flashing fire, but his voice was steady, as he said:
“Take it back, sir! Apologize instantly for that!”
Garland made a move as if he would interfere, but Bart Hodge was before him in an instant, looking straight into his face, and saying:
“Hands off! Touch him and you get thumped!”
“Get out!” cried Garland.
“Not a bit of it. If you want a scrap, I shall be pleased to give you what you desire.”