brows. He was a Norwegian, Olan Oleson by name, and his reputation well fitted that which Larry had given him.
"What you want? " asked Olan Oleson, grimly, evidently well understanding what was coming.
"I want my money, that's what I want," demanded the youth, firmly.
"Your money? I know notank about your money," and the Norwegian shrugged his huge shoulders and attempted to turn away.
"I say you do know," cried Larry. "You just give it back to me, or I'll have you locked up."
At this Olan Oleson scowled darkly. "You mak one mistak; I no tak your money," he growled. "Let go!"
He jerked himself free, and slipped through the crowd. But Larry was not to be shaken off thus easily, and he quickly followed, to catch the Norwegian again by the jacket just as the crowd was cleared.
"You've got over six dollars belonging to me, and I'm bound to have it, you rascal," he said. "Come, now, no more fooling. I'm not in the humor for it."
"You go way, boy, or maybe you get hurt," re-
