“Why, you thieving scoundrel!” he cried, vigorously shaking his captive, “you dared to threaten Mrs. Gregory? Did he hurt the lady?” he added anxiously.
“No; I heard her cry for help and rushed in. Then he turned upon me.”
“He might have killed you!”
“I wish I had!” ejaculated the tramp, with a scowl.
“Where is Mrs. Gregory now?”
“I told her to go upstairs.”
Just then the lady, who from an upper window had observed the discomfiture and capture of her enemy, came out.
“Oh, Mr. Nutt,” she exclaimed, “I am so glad you came along! I was afraid this brave boy would get hurt.”
“It isn't he that will get hurt now,” said Nutt, significantly. “How came this fellow in your house?”
“He came in half an hour ago and asked for food.”