“Clear out of here!” he said, imperiously.
“Who was you speakin’ to?” asked Tom, coolly.
“To you. Just clear out!”
“What for?” asked Tom.
“You’ve got my stand.”
“Have I?” said Tom, not offering to move.
“Yes, you have.”
“Then I’m goin’ to keep it. ’Ere’s the ‘Express,’—latest news from the seat of war.”
“Look here!” said the newsboy, menacingly, “if you don’t clear out, I’ll make you.”
“Will you?” said Tom, independently, taking his measure, and deciding that she could fight him. “I aint afraid of you!”