“I did that, sur,” answered the workman addressed.
“Don’t you dare to horsewhip me!” cried Baxter, and now for the first time he turned pale.
“Then give me your name.”
“Jerry Smoker.”
“Um! I believe I heard one of the others call you Dan,” said the gentleman, sharply.
To this the bully was silent.
“Come, give me your correct name—or it shall go hard with you.”
“Dan Baxter.”
“That’s better.”
“See here, if I help pick nuts will you let me off?” said the bully, after an awkward pause.