It was Mart who was speaking.
“And I say you will do so,” growled Porler.
“That’s right,” put in Murphy. “Make the boy toe the mark.”
“I will not only starve you,” went on Porler, “but I will give you a taste of your old friend, the strap.”
“You will not dare to touch me!” exclaimed the lad.
“Wait and see.”
“My friend, Mr. Dunbar, will have the law on you for it.”
“Dunbar will never help you again.”
“I think he will.”
The voice came from the doorway, and the three in the room found themselves confronted by Leo.