"You—a boy!" sneered Montague Smith, but for all his words he appeared decidedly uneasy in mind.
"Yes; I am only a boy; but I am pretty strong and quick, as you will find if you molest Mrs. Bliss any further."
"How did you get into this house?" asked Montague Smith, curiously.
I crawled into one of the windows."
"Do you know I can have you arrested for that?"
"I am willing to risk it. I fancy you would like first rate to have me tell my story in court."
The part owner of the battery works bit his hp. Frankhn's appearance on the scene had completely nonplussed him, and he knew not how to proceed.
"You have been here before," he went on, after a pause.
"I have."
"For what purpose?"
"That is my affair—and Mrs. Bliss."
"And I'll make it my affair, too!" cried Monta-Smith, savagely. "Put down that chair."
"Not much!"
"You won't?"
"No."
"Do you want me to shoot you?"
"Oh, no! no! no!" shrieked Mrs. Bliss, in immediate and wild alarm. "Do not shoot my one friend!"
