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"See here, Kid," growled M'Ginnis, "you tell your--friend t' clear
out an' t' do it real quick, see? You tell him if he ain't out in two
minutes, I'll run him out meself--"
"Spike, this butter is nearly oil."
"Oh, Geoff," groaned the boy, "you've got t' go--here's Bud--"
"Why, then, Spike, tell him to--er--chase himself; I'm busy!" Came the
sound of a chair set roughly aside and a shrill cry from Spike: "My God,
Bud--don't! Look out, Geoff!"
But, as M'Ginnis came, Ravenslee turned swiftly, ducked the expected
blow, and swinging his fist up beneath his assailant's extended arm,
smote him hard and true upon the elbow; and Spike, pale and wide of eye,
saw that arm fall and dangle helplessly at M'Ginnis' side, while his
face was contorted with sharp agony.
"My God, Geoff! What you done t' him?"
"Pins and needles, Spike--that's all. A hoary old trick, but useful now
and then. Mr. Flowers isn't so very wide-awake as folks seem to think.
You see, it wouldn't have done to knock him out here; he might have
upset the table.


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