“Then I shall make you! If you resist, I will fling you over the banisters to the passage below!”
“Do not hurt him too much!” interposed Lotte, with a half-frightened look.
“Not if he goes quietly—but out he must go!”
“If you uses wiolence, I’ll have the lor on you!” cried Nutty, in evident terror.
“I shall only use the proper force to put you into the street, and, unless you at once disappear, I warn you you must take the consequences of the false position in which you know, as well as I do, your employer, through his negligence, has placed you.”
“Ain’t a’going!” cried Nutty, folding his arms, and placing his back against the wall.
“Very well,” said Charley, “that is a point we have to determine.”
He caught Mr. Nutty firmly by the wrist, and then giving his own hand an overturn, and Mr. Nutty’s an underturn, he, with his left hand seized him by his collar, and drew him at a rapid rate towards the door.
Mr. Nutty uttered a yell.
“Yah!” he cried, “le’go my arm, your’e dexlycatin’ on it.”