Now Frank wished to avoid a fight, if possible, and he easily dodged in time to avoid the fellow’s rush.
Gallup shouted:
“Yeou darn fool! Yeou don’t know who yeou’re gittin’ up ag’inst! You’ll be etarnally chawed up fust thing yeou know!”
But the furious stage hand did not heed, if he heard. He wheeled and came at Merry again.
Frank was beginning to get tired of this. He did not wish to strike the fellow, and yet he could not keep up the dodging.
The curtain had been raised to let light in onto the stage while the scenery was being brought in and arranged.
Once more Merry managed to avoid the rush of the angry chap, although he was barely able to do so, as now the fellow was watching for him to dodge.
This dodging made Hooker all the more confident, for he thought Frank did not dare stand up and meet him.
This time, however, Frank stepped back as the belligerent stage hand plunged past him, unable to stop his rush when Frank had dodged, and quickly grabbing him, flung him clean out over the proscenium and footlights, so he struck sprawling between the front row of seats and the stage.
This handling astounded Hooker, who could not understand it at all. He jumped up and started to leap back onto the stage.