Part 2 (1/2)
”Which way?” queried Matt coolly
”You rat! Out of my way!”
The auctioneer placed his hand upon the boy's are to say, although he was taller than the youth, he could not budge the latter for several seconds, and by that ti lady had disappeared, sed up in the noonday crohich surged past the door
”Now see what you have done!” stor woman to escape!”
”That's just what I meant to do,” returned Matt, with a coolness that would have been exasperating to even a less sensitive man than the crusty auctioneer
”I shall hold you responsible for it!”
”I don't care if you do,” was Matt's dogged reply ”She's my friend, and I always stick up for my friends”
At this last reathered about Evidently, the boy's unpolished but honest manner had won considerable admiration
”Do you know that I can have you locked up?”
”What for?”
”For aiding her to escape”
”Didn't she have a right to hurry away if she wanted to go? It's almost one o'clock--I'll have to be off h at this, and half a dozen looked at their watches and left
”If you please,” put in the assistant nervously ”Had we not better go on with the sales? The croill be gone before long We o on with the sales,” howled Caleb Gulligan ”I will take care of this young rascal, and find out what has becoan the assistant
”Never e done, and she can fix it up with theto stand the loss”
”It see an awful row over a fifteen-cent piece of plaster-of-paris,” said Matt to Gulligan, as Andrew Dilks turned toward the auctioneer's stand ”Why didn't you ask me to pay for the stuff and done?”
”Plaster-of-paris!” cried the auctioneer wrathfully ”That is real Italian marble----”
”Made in Centre street,” interrupted Matt
”And it is worth every cent of ten dollars----”
”Ten dollars a carload, you o to work”
”You'll go to the To, and I want you to let go of ht of the spectators, who refused to listen to what the assistant auctioneer ht have to say from the stand