"Hold up your hands," he snarled. Jurgis took a step back, clinching his one well fist.
"What for?" he cried; and then understanding that the fellow proposed to search him, he answered, "I'll see you in hell first."
"Do you want to go to jail?" demanded the butler, menacingly. "I'll have the police—"
"Have 'em!" roared Jurgis, with fierce passion. "But you won't put your hands on me till you do! I haven't touched anything in your damned house, and I'll not have you touch me!"
So the butler, who was terrified lest his young master should waken, stepped suddenly to the door, and opened it. "Get out of here!" he said; and then as Jurgis passed through the opening, he gave him a ferocious kick that sent him down the great stone steps at a run, and landed him sprawling in the snow at the bottom.
