irate man. "Get away from here, before I boot you out!"
But the negroes did not go, and in a few minutes more three others entered. Soon the reading-room was full of them, all talking in an excited manner.
"We'se ready to work fo' you!" they cried.
"Give me a chance fust?" bawled one big, coal-black fellow.
"No, de fust job comes to me!" put in the man who had received the letter.
"Dat job is mine!" called out a third. "Ain't dat so?" and he caught Sladen by the arm.
This was a signal for the others, and soon they completely surrounded the traveling man, who tried in vain to ward them off.
"Give us dat dollah!" called out several.
"We want work, an' yo' has got to gib it to us."
"Yo' can't bring us to dis town fo' nuffin!"
They pushed and hustled the traveling man all around the room, while the rest of the guests looked on in amazement. Tom and his friends stood by the door and enjoyed the scene immensely.
"He is surely getting all that is coming to him," observed Fred.
"Say, he vos so mad like a bumbles bee," came from Hans.
