"You're giving it to me!" he exclaimed.
"No!" retorted Delmuth.
With an angry motion, the advertising man snatched the paper from Chadwick's grasp.
Delmuth stepped back and his leered maliciously.
"I'm not giving it to you," he said. "I'm showing it to you — that's all! Showing it to you, so you'll remember it!
"Now go! Stay away from here. You're yellow, and you know it!" Denby Chadwick quailed at the denunciation. He drew back when Delmuth threatened, and his form turned toward the door. Delmuth stood, sneering.
"Get along!" he ordered. "Move fast!"
He approached Chadwick, who was halting in his departure. Delmuth's pose was threatening. He felt that Chadwick feared him, and his contempt was great. He reached out his right hand to thrust the young man through the door.
With wild, excited eyes, Denby Chadwick wheeled. His hand had been resting on the edge of his pocket. Now it came into view, carrying an automatic.
Sidney Delmuth saw the gun. Like a flash, he leaped forward, gripping Chadwick's arm.