“Yes,” said Felicia.
“Then he has a brother, has he? Well, this is right interesting and no mistake.”
“You bet it is!” ejaculated the other. “Where is this yere Dick Merriwell, Hunchy?”
It was the old hateful name which Abe detested, and his soul revolted against it.
“Don’t you call me Hunchy!” he shrilly exclaimed. “I won’t be called Hunchy!”
In his excitement he actually bristled at the ruffian.
“Ho! ho!” laughed the other man. “What do yer think of that, partner? Why, he is going ter soak me one.”
“Ho! ho!” came hoarsely. “That’s what he is. Don’t let him hit yer hard, for he’ll sure fix yer!”
The one who had addressed Abe as “Hunchy” now removed his hat and made a profound bow.
“I begs yer pardon, your royal highness,” he said. “If I treads on the tail of yer coat any, I hopes you excuses me. I am not counting to rile you up any, for I reckon you might be a whole lot dangerous.”