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"FETCH'EM OUT," vociferated the old gentleman as the landlord barred the
doorway with his arms. "Fetch that red-whiskered one out and I'll eat
him."
"What's the matter, Mr. Todd?" inquired the landlord, with a glance at
his friends. "What's he done?"
"_Done?_" repeated the excitable Mr. Todd.
"Done? They come walking on to my wharf as if the place--FETCH HIM OUT,"
he bawled, breaking off suddenly. "Fetch him out and I'll skin him
alive."
Captain Brisket took Mr. Stobell by the cuff and after a slight
altercation drew him inside.
"Tell that red-whiskered man to come outside," bawled Mr. Todd. "What's
he afraid of?"
"What have you been doing to him?" inquired Captain Brisket, turning to
the pallid Mr. Chalk.
"Nothing," was the reply.
"Is he coming out?" demanded the terrible voice, "or have I got to wait
here all night? Why don't he come outside, and I'll break every bone in
his body."
Mr. Stobell scratched his head in gloomy perplexity; then, as his gaze
fell upon the smiling countenances of Mr. Todd's fellow-townsmen, his
face cleared.
"He's an old man," he said, slowly, "but if any of you would like to step
outside with me for five minutes, you've only got to say the word, you
know.
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