CHAPTER XIX.
OUT OF A BAD SCRAPE.
It did not take the young auctioneer long to understand the true nature of the situation in which he now found himself. The three men who had surrounded him were nothing more or less than tramps who had undoubtedly sought shelter in the shanty from the storm. That they were thoroughly unscrupulous men went without saying, and it must be confessed that Matt's heart sank within him as he realized the danger in which he was placed.
"Let go of me!" he said sternly to the first man, who had presumed to catch him by the arm. "Let go, I say!"
"Don't you do it, Crabs!" put in the tramp called Jake. "Hold tight to him while I tie up the hoss."
"What do you mean to do?" demanded Matt, as he struggled to free himself, but in vain.
"You'll learn fast enough, sonny," returned Crabs, with a wicked grin. "Just keep quiet now, will you?"
