“Hooker?”
“Yep.”
“I knew he would!” exclaimed Sawyer.
“Where is he?” asked Merry.
“At the saloon on the corner,” answered the Vermonter. “He was peekin’ aout of the winder, an’ he jumped aout when he saw me comin’. Soon as he saw yeou warn’t with me, he said somethin’ kainder disgusted like an’ went back in. There’s a reg’ler gang with him.”
“A gang?”
“There is a crowd of young toughs who follow him around,” explained Sawyer. “They think he’s able to whip Corbett, and they take delight in seein’ him smash anybody.”
Frank did not show the least alarm, but his face grew grim and resolute.
“I rather fancy I shall have enough of my friends with me to see that I get fair play,” he said. “That is all I ask.”
Dunton got close to Frank, and said: