"I certainly shall not!" retorted the young auctioneer hotly. "Do you suppose I am going to submit tamely to being robbed?"
"Who said anything about robbin' you?" demanded the third tramp, he called Baldy, although his head was covered with a shock of hair twice as thick as either of his companions. "You had better act civil-like, sonny, if you want to get off without a licking."
"You let me go!" went on Matt, paying no attention to the last remark. "Let go, I say—or take the consequences!"
"The consequences?" sneered him called Crabs.
"Yes—there!"
And without further warning, Matt drew back with his clinched fist and gave the tramp a stinging blow between the eyes, which caused the much surprised individual to let go his hold and stagger back to the shanty's side.
"Ho—what—what do you mean by hitting me?" he howled.
"I told you to let go," retorted Matt; and free from his tormentor, he essayed to leap to the wagon seat and gain possession of the heavy whip, with which he might keep the tramps at bay.
But hardly had he placed his foot on the rest than Baldy, who was now close at hand, caught him by
