"This is terrible," cried the Mis'.
"Just let me get my fingers on the tramp, and it'll be all over in a minute," Legs begged.
"All but the funeral," assisted Toddy.
"Orderin' somebody out of his house. You ain' nothin' but the flunky anywhere. If I was in charge here, I'd make you sleep under the bed!"
"I'd make him sleep under the house, the lousy rat," cried Toddy.
"Ah said you leave this house now," cried Moore. "These ah the orders from me. From me-e!"
"The Mis' ain' said nothin'," Legs cried again.
"Leave, leave, before I tear yu' t' pieces," Moore raved, stamping his foot.
At that moment, Legs gave Glenview a push that sent him reeling, and with a lunge, he cornered Moore. That worthy was frightened into Hades. He was speechless. Legs smiled on him as he reached out and got him by the ears. Grasping them tight, he essayed a bumping process against the wall with his head.
"Have you got him, boy?" inquired Toddy, making sure before he ventured forth with a small knife. "What shall I do to the sucker now? Just tell me, and I'll proceed to take off his nose or his lips; either one of them will make good dog meat."