just in time to hear the squatter say, in savage tones:
"I know what's into that there paper, an' I tell you agin that I won't listen to it. Some of them rich fellers up there on the hill want me to go away from here, but I tell you I won't do it. I've got just as much right—"
"Keep still, can't you?" shouted the officer. He had to shout in order to make himself heard, for Matt Coyle's voice was almost as loud as a fog whistle. "I am going to read this notice whether you listen or not."
"No, I won't listen," roared the squatter, swinging his arms around his head. "I've got just as much right on this here 'arth as them rich folks up on the hill have. Where shall I go if I leave here?"
"I am sure I don't care where you go," replied the officer. "But you are not wanted in Mount Airy and you can't stay."
"But I tell you I will stay, too," shouted Matt, who was so nearly beside himself that Tom and his companions looked for nothing but to see him assault the officer. Probably he would have laid violent hands upon him had it
