"Keep back!" said Stover hoarsely.
"Put down that chair, you little varmint; do you hear me?"
"Don't you come over!"
"Yes, I'm coming over, and you don't dare to touch me. You don't——"
Stover was neither a coward nor a hero; he was simply in a panic and he was cornered. He rushed wildly to the breach and delivered the chair with a crash, Tough McCarty barely saving himself.
This open defiance of the champion angered the attacking party.
"He ought to be lynched!"
"The booby!"
"Wait till to-morrow!"
Tough McCarty reappeared for a brief second.