She could look at him now without flinching, and the terrible hand dreaded a few moments before had no terrors for her now.
Suddenly the man threw the letters upon the table and looked fiercely at the girl.
She withstood his look like a heroine.
“Be quick about it!” he cried.
“I have no other papers,” calmly said Margie.
He laughed derisively and then glanced toward the door.
“I’ll fix you,” he exclaimed. “You’ve been in our road long enough, and the only sure way to get rid of you is to leave you here a fit subject for the morgue.”
The moment he came toward her Margie sprang up.
She was strong again, and suddenly catching up a poker which stood near the chair, she placed herself in an attitude of defiance.
“You advance at your peril,” she said, in determined tones. “I shall defend myself to the last extremity.”