Bart Stirling's Road to Success - Or, The Young Express Agent by Allen [pseud.] Chapman
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"You can undo!" flared out Wacker, "and you'll get quick action on it,
or I'll clean you out, bag and baggage." "There isn't much baggage here to clean out," suggested Bart humorously, "and as for the rest of it I'll try to take care of it myself." "Oh! you will, will you?" sneered Lem, lurching to and fro. "You're a sneak. Bart Stirling--a low, contemptible sneak, that's what you are!" "I would like to have you explain," remarked Bart. "You've queered me!" roared Wacker, "and I'm going to have satisfaction--yes, sir. Sat-is-fac-tion!" He pounded out the syllables under Bart's very nose with resounding thumps, bringing down his fist on the impromptu office desk so forcibly that the concussion disturbed the papers on it, and several sheets fell fluttering to the floor. Bart's patience was tried. His eyes flashed, but he stooped and picked up the pages and replaced them on the dry goods box. "Don't you do that again," he warned in a strained tone. "Why!" yelled Wacker, rolling up his cuffs. "I'll trim you next! 'Don't-do-it-again!' eh? Boo! bah!" Lem raised his foot and kicked over the desk, papers and all. |
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