Part 41 (2/2)
”What's that?” put in the man.
”He saved me from getting a beating,” said the girl. ”Didn't you?”
Hal turned and looked at the girl. It was the same that Ferris had attacked at the entrance to the alley.
He smiled and nodded.
”It was awful good of you,” she went on. ”He's a brave man, pop.”
”Who was going to beat you?”
The girl gave her version of the affair. The man listened attentively, and then turned to Hal.
”I'm doubly glad I did you that service,” he said. ”Katie is my only girl, and I don't want her abused. May I ask your name?”
”Hal Carson.”
”Mine is McCabe.”
”McCabe!” cried Hal. ”Are you Jack McCabe's father?”
”I am. Do you know my boy?”
”Do I? He saved my life only the other night.”
”So it was you he saved?” exclaimed McCabe.
”Yes.”
”He told me about it. It seems you have enemies.”
”Yes.”
”And they are the ones who pushed you into the vat?”
”One of them did, aided by a chum.”
”You have been struck on the head. Here, let me bind it up. I suppose you are in no hurry to go?”
”No, sir.”
McCabe brought out a handkerchief and a strip of cloth, and bound up the wound, which was but a slight one.
”You ought to have the pair of them arrested,” he said.
”I have my reasons for not doing so,” replied Hal. ”But you may rest a.s.sured their time will come.”
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