Everyone gasped and turned toward that room.
The scream was repeated.
"Don't, pop—please don't hit me again! Oh—oh, pop!"
Then came old Dan's voice:
"Blab, will ye—blow on me! You hussy—you ungrateful girl! Take that, dern ye!"
Then there was a blow and a fall.
Frank Merriwell made a rush for the door of the dressing room.
It was fastened on the inside.
From within the room came groans and sobs.