“Yeour brother Sam would be pie for Frank Merriwell,” asserted Ephraim. “Ef he knows when he’s well off, he’ll mind his own business.”
“By hocus, we’ll see,” shouted Hooker. “He don’t ’low anybody to meddle with me, and I’ll just bring him round here. He’ll make things sizzle!”
The fellow started for the door.
“Where are you going?” demanded Frank, sharply.
“After Sam, by thunder!”
“Don’t do it!”
“I will!”
“I shall not handle your brother in the same gentle manner that I handled you, in case he comes here and attempts to make trouble. You know you were wrong, so you had better drop it.”
“That’s right, Joe,” said the local stage manager, anxiously. “What’s the use to kick up a fuss over it?”
“Think I’m going to stand this kind of treatment?” snarled Joe. “I’m no fool! I’ll be back pretty soon.”