"We'll see if you won't go!" he raved. "Take that! and that! and that! No bit of hoss flesh ever got the best of Hank Bitters!"
"Say, Hank, don't kill the critters," called out the second truckman, with some show of humanity. "They mean well enough, but the load is a leetle too heavy for them."
"Oh, give us a rest," returned the first truckman, surlily. "I know how to manage them every time."
"If you get down in front of them, they may go better."
"No, they won't. They're a couple of lazy brutes, and I'm going to teach 'em a lesson they won't forget in a hurry!"
"What are you going to do?" asked the shipping clerk, as he came out on the' platform to see what was the trouble.
"I'll show you," howled the infuriated truckman, as he threw down the whip and the reins, and clambered once more to the ground.
It was evident that he had been drinking heavily, for no sooner had he reached the ground than he began to stagger painfully from side to side.
But he managed to keep his feet, and a moment later, jumped up on the platform and disappeared into the shipping room.
"What's he gone for now?" asked the other truckman, curiously.
