and keeping its broad surface between them. "What do you mean by this riot and destruction?"
"Let me get you once, oh, let me just get my hands on you once," grated out the man, with a savage crunching of his teeth, "and I'll tell you all about it. Won't come to time, eh? Then—I'll come to you!"
Now excited, alarmed boyish faces peered in at the door and window.
"Run for it, Newton," advised a quick voice.
"Call the police—there'll be murder done here soon," gasped another voice.
The stranger had sprung to the top of the table, poised to next spring upon Frank and put a stop to his retreating tactics.
He staggered as he tried to hold his footing, Frank acted quickly.
Jumping to the farther end of the table he seized its edge, gave it a lift and sent the troublesome intruder sliding off his balance on a sharp slant.
Crash! the fellow struck the half-shattered front window and went through it headlong.
