"You come closer and I'll fix you!" growled the bully. "I'll hammer the life out of you!"
"You've got to spell able first," answered Sam.
The cemetery gained, Lew Flapp ran along one of the paths leading to the rear. Along this path were a number of good-sized sticks. He picked up one of these, and a few seconds later Sam did likewise.
Near the rear of the cemetery was a new receiving vault, which had just been donated to the cemetery association by the widow of a rich stockholder who had died the year before. The vault was of stone, with a heavy iron door that shut with a catch and a lock.
Making a turn that hid him from Sam's view for the moment, Lew Flapp espied the vault, standing with the door partly open.
"He won't look for me in there," reasoned the bully, and slipped into the place with all possible alacrity. Once inside, he crouched in a dark corner behind the door and waited.
Sam, making the turn at just the right instant, saw Flapp disappearing into the vault. Without stopping he ran forward and closed the iron door, allowing the heavy catch to slip into place.
"Now, Lew Flapp, I guess I've got you!" he called out, after he was certain the door was secure.
To this the bully made no answer, but it is more than likely his heart sank within him.
"Do you hear me, Flapp? You needn't pretend you are not in there, for
I saw you go in."