“What business is it of yours, you impudent young jackanapes?” he growled.
“I will make it my business,” said Walter, bravely. “I won't see a lady struck down by a ruffian!”
“Take care how you talk. I can twist you round my finger, you manikin!” “What does this man want?” asked Walter, turning to Mrs. Gregory.
“He demands money,” was her answer.
“So he is a thief!” exclaimed Walter, contemptuously.
“I'll fix you for that!” growled the tramp, with a frown.
Walter quickly explored the room in search of a weapon, for he saw that he would have to defend himself.
There was a fireplace in the apartment, and resting beside it was a poker of large size. Walter sprang for this, and, grasping it firmly, brandished it in a threatening manner.
“Go upstairs, madam,” he said, “and lock yourself in. I will attend to this man.”
The tramp burst into a contemptuous laugh.