“At Billy’s,” was the reply.
“Did you bring him from there?”
“Yes.”
“Through the streets?”
“Through the streets.”
“On foot?”
“On foot.”
Parmenter’s blood was boiling with indignation. In his righteous wrath he forgot that Charley was not his friend as of old.
“Why did you do that devil’s deed?” he exclaimed.
“To show the public what a beast the fellow is,” replied Van Loan, fiercely; “and I’m taking him to his father for the same reason. Get out of my way and let us pass!”