TOMMY’S TOKEN
But even the fleet footed urchins were not swift enough to out-distance the determined Trixy. She raced until she had hold of the uncertain coat tails of young Martin Gorman. Then she got a better hold and proceeded to administer the shake she had promised would make human beings out of them.
“What do you mean? Do you want to kill some one?”
“You lemme me be! I wasn’t doin’ nawthin’ to you,” returned the boy, who was cruelly deserted by his companions in crime.
But Trixy gave him a good shake while she had the chance. Gloria was becoming alarmed lest they be late for school, but it seemed that Trixy was only living in the present moment and that meant punishment for the boy who threw stones.
“Why did you do it?” she demanded, looking at the boy with a glare calculated to inspire terror.
“Well, her old folks is robbers,” he insisted doggedly. “My dad says so.”
“Who is your dad? What does he know about the Towers?”
“Don’t you know?” queried the youngster. “Thought everybody knowed about that.”
“About what?”