I don't wonder they
hang on to it. Those horses are beauties," remarked Hal.
The carriage stopped and Don jumped out.
"Say, you muckers, things are happening and you won't be needed now on
the 'Pollard.'"
"Really?" drawled Jack indifferently.
Hal could not summon indifference, or the appearance of it. He said
contemptuously:
"Having helped a deserving young man to escape from jail, you'll probably
put him on the 'Pollard.'"
Don flushed angrily and turned to the coachman, a brutal looking fellow.
"Johnson, chastise the young puppy!"
Johnson jumped down and raised his whip.
"Give it to them both!" yelled Don.
Just then Grant Andrews, the foreman in the submarine shed, having come
up in time to hear and see what was taking place, sprang between the
boys and the coachman. He crashed his fist into the man's face, and
thus disposed of him, then grabbed the whip and brought it down on Don
Melville's shoulders.
"Oh, you'll pay for this!" yelled Don.
"Then I may as well get the most out of it," retorted Andrews, and again
brought down the whip, this time coiling it around Don's legs.
Don, seeing a grinning crowd about them and stinging with physical pain
and humiliation, turned and sprang into the carriage. Johnson was
already there, and they hurried away.
"Grant Andrews! Who would have thought it of you!" exclaimed Hal.
"Sorry I did it, boys?" and the flush on Andrews' face subsided and a
grin came to his lips.
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