“No, yer ain’t. I won’t stand it.”
“What do you propose to do about it?”
“I’ll—I’ll have yer arrested.”
At this even Bob was compelled to laugh. The laugh enraged the miserly farmer still more, and his eyes blazed furiously.
“It ain’t no laughin’ matter.”
“You have no right to hit the boy,” returned Frank Landes, sternly.
“What do you know about it?”
“If I hadn’t stepped in you would have nearly killed him.”
“He deserves it,” howled Carrow. “He’s the imp’s own.”
“What’s the row?”