“Get out of here!” roared Murdock. “I’ll discharge you!”
“If you beat poor Joe any more I’ll have you arrested!” This threat caused the broker to say, hastily:
“He provoked me to it. I don’t intend to hit him again.”
Satisfied with this assurance, the girl went out.
Poor Joe, cut, bleeding and black-and-blue, crept toward the door.
The man glared at him a moment and then hissed:
“Get up, there! Get up, I say! I’ll have a final settlement with you! Put on your hat. It is eight o’clock now. The lawyer who has charge of your money has gone home. He lives out of town. You come with me to his house. You’ll get your money. Then you can clear out of here and never trouble me again.”
“Gladly!” exclaimed Joe, in eager tones.
He knew that with plenty of money he could easily get along in the world and be under no obligations to this fiend.
Murdock scowled at him and prepared to go out.