CHAPTER XII.
A PLOT AGAINST FRANKLIN.
"What's up?"
"Felter is teaching the new fellow a lesson!"
"We don't want him here and we want him to know it!"
"This ain't fair!" shrieked Harry Leclair, as he came limping forward, his shoes once more in their proper places, "He only did what was right. Let him up, you Jackson and Nolan!"
The lame boy forced his way through the crowd to the front. In the meantime Franklin had gotten the best of Felter, and had him down on his back. But Jackson and Nolan were raining blows thick and fast over the young electrician's head and shoulders.
Seeing he could not make the last two named cease their unfair attack, the lame boy was seized with a sudden idea. He caught up his crutch, and without warning struck Jackson and Nolan two blows in quick succession with the shoulder end.
"Oh, murder!" roared the Irish boy, in surprise and pain."Stop that! Do you want to kill me?"
