“You.”
“Waal, yer needn’t.”
“That is your name. You can’t fool me, even if your face is hidden. I know you. I know your voice.”
“Waal, what ther blazes do I care!” cried the man, stripping the mask from his face and casting it aside. “I want yer ter know me! I want yer ter know I’m gittin’ even with yer. I am Sam Hooker.”
“You would look better if you kept on the mask,” said Merry. “Anything to hide that villainous face of yours.”
“Drat ye! Do you dast talk ter me like that now!”
Again Hooker kicked Merry in the ribs.
“It’s a good time for you to do that!” exclaimed Frank, scornfully. “You wouldn’t dare if my hands were free! You are a coward—a miserable coward!”
“Hold yer tongue!”
“Oh, you can’t keep that still, unless you gag me.”