"Nemo kicked and squealed, sir, and I heard the man speaking to him. Then I ran over and looked in."
"What was the rascal doing, Grody?"
"He were examinin' Nemo's feet, sir."
"And that was when he got in his dirty work!" cried Frank, angrily. "I'm afraid I didn't thump him as much as he deserved! I feel like hunting him up and giving him a few more!"
CHAPTER IV.
BIRDS OF A FEATHER.
In a little back room of a saloon three young men were sitting. They were talking earnestly, for all that two of the three showed they had taken altogether too much liquor to be entirely sober.