Jimmy brought his hands together suddenly.
“Not for a million!” he declared stoutly.
Again Jones became angry and, stretching forth a strong hand suddenly, took Jimmy by the shoulder and shook him.
“You little whipper-snapper!” he said. “What do you mean by trifling with me like that? I’ll show you.”
He drew back a huge fist, and in another second would have sent it crashing into Jimmy’s face.
But, at that, Shirley sprang from the stall. Her eyes flashed, and anger crimsoned her cheeks. In her hand she carried a short whip she had picked up in the stall.
She rushed upon Jones.
“You great big coward!” said Shirley.
Jones, startled, turned just in time to catch the whip across his face. Shirley swung it with all her strength. Jones clapped his hands to his face and uttered a moan of pain.
Then he turned slowly and, as he removed his hand, a huge welt showed where the whip had found its mark.