It was Louden Powers this time. He opened the window at which Lampton had appeared, and called out sharply:
“Look here, you people! There’s nothing to be made by your coming up here making a disturbance.”
“We’re not making a disturbance,” interrupted Billings. “We want to see Mr. Milmarsh.”
“You can’t see him. Is that all?”
“No; it isn’t all by a jugful!” snapped back Bonesy Billings, trying to hold back his wrath. “We’ve been beaten on this Paradise City deal, and we are goin’ to find out what Howard Milmarsh means to do about it.”
“I can tell you that,” replied Powers. “He is going to see that every one gets what is right. There is no reason for you to say you have been beaten. You have not. Paradise City is all right—that is, it will be.”
“We want to see Howard Milmarsh,” repeated Billings resolutely.
“You can’t see him. And if you don’t get away from here and go back to where you came from, there’s going to be a lot of arrests and some clubbing, most likely. We’ve telephoned the police, and they’ll soon be here.”
With this threat, Louden Powers suddenly pulled the outside sun blinds shut, and directly afterward Billings and his followers heard the window come down with a slam.
“Well, boys! There’s only one thing to be done now. The front door, and—altogether!”