“Against me? Why, girl, you don’t know what you are saying.”
“You shall find out if you advance, I say.”
He laughed again, and came forward.
In an instant the heavy rod was lifted above the girl’s head, and the next second she brought it down with all her might.
It was a blow such as a giantess might have delivered, for the man’s lifted arms went down, and he received the full weight of the poker upon his head.
He gave one gasp and sank to the floor like one killed outright, and Margie, with the novel weapon still clutched in her hands, looked at him, while a deathly pallor overspread her face.
Had she killed him?
For a short time she stood there, barely realizing that the whole thing was not a dream, and then she bent over the man.
As she touched the beard it came off and fell to the floor beside the face.
Margie uttered a scream.