CHAPTER XXV
TROUBLE BREWING
Frank was astonished at the ease and rapidity with which he had dumped his troublesome visitor clear out of the office.
"Good for you Newton!" hailed an approving chorus of voices.
"Look out for him!"
"No, he's got all he wants."
Frank parted the excited ring surrounding the ejected visitor. There lay the big, brawny fellow, quiet enough now.
"He's dead," pronounced one awesome voice.
"No, only stunned," dissented a second speaker.
"Yes, that is the case," said Frank.
In falling the man had struck a row of white boulders edging a flower bed. There was quite a contusion near one temple and he was bleeding at the nose.
"The man's hurt," said Frank. "Some of you help me lift him onto the grass, some one go for a doctor."
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