"That's express company property," observed Bart quietly, but his blood
was up, the limit reached. "Get out!"

One arm shot forward, and the clenched muscular fist rested directly
under the chin of the astounded Lem Wacker.

"And stay out."

Lem Wacker felt a smart whack, went whirling back over the threshold,
and the next instant measured his length, sprawling on the ground
outside of the express shed.




CHAPTER VII

WAITING FOR TROUBLE


Lem Wacker rolled over, then sat up, rubbed his head in a half-dazed
manner, and muttered in a silly, sheepish way.

"Lem Wacker," said Bart, "I have got just a few words to say to you, and
that ends matters between us. I am sorry I had to strike you, but I will
have no man interfering with the express company's affairs. I want you
to go away, and if you ever come in here again except on business
strictly there will be trouble."

Lem did not put up much of a belligerent front, though he tried still to