Please stop yourself," begged Gage,
now thoroughly cowed.
"I'll wager you'll stop," gritted Tom. "I've never hammered a man
before as I've hammered you, and I'm not half through with you. By
the time I am through with you you'll slink into a corner every time
you see me coming near. You scoundrel, you bully!"
Tom's fists continued to descend. Dolph's tone changed from one
of entreaty to one of dire threats. He would spend the rest of
his life, he declared, in dogging Reade's tracks until he succeeded
in killing the boy.
"That doesn't worry me any. You'll experience a change of
heart---see if you don't," Tom rejoined grimly, as he added to the
pounding that the other was receiving.
Harry Hazelton had struggled to his feet, though he had been unable
to free his hands from the cords that held them behind his back.
"You're not talking quite the way you did a few minutes ago, Gage,"
Harry put in dryly.
"You'll see---both of you young pups!" moaned the battered wretch.
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