“He called my brother a puppy,” said the boy, defiantly, his eyes flashing, “and I’ll let no one do that—not you, nor anyone.”
That night Thurston said to Middleton:
“Gad, Larry, I said I ought to be a bishop, but you ought to be one—the way you preached to that boy, and I’d give a thousand dollars for him.”
“I wish you were Captain,” growled Middleton.
“He looked like a little game-cock, didn’t he?”
When the prisoner arrived, about midnight, under his guard, everything was found ready for his reception, and his mother was detailed to nurse him, to which, probably, was due the failure of Leech’s and one other’s plan.
CHAPTER XIII
STEVE ALLEN LEARNS MISS THOMASIA’S SECRET AND FORSWEARS CARDS