CHAPTER XXII.
FRANKLIN SHOWS HIS COURAGE.
All those who witnessed the young electrician's unexpected assault upon the enraged truckman, were for the moment. so astonished that they neither moved nor spoke.
The truckman, dazed by the push Franklin had given him, and befuddled by the liquor he had drunk, rolled over on his back, while the red hot stamping iron left his hand, and spun away a distance of several yards.
"Hullo, who are you?" cried the second truckman, who was the first to recover from his astonishment.
Before Franklin could reply to this question, the man who had been struck, sat up and glared at Franklin, his blood-shot eyes full of rage and hatred.
"Wot you mean by knocking me down?" he cried.
"You shall not touch those horses with that red-hot iron," exclaimed Franklin, his breast heaving
