hands, or rather one finger of Peter's hand, and bent it suddenly
backward with terrible violence. "Oh!" screamed Peter. "Stop!" And
then, with a wild shriek, "You'll break it."

"I mean to break it! mean to break every bone in your body! I'll
tear your finger-nails out; I'll tear the eyes out of your head, if
I have to! You tell me who helped you make that bomb!"

Peter broke out in a storm of agonized protest; he had never heard
of any bomb, he didn't know what the man was talking about; he
writhed and twisted and doubled himself over backward, trying to
evade the frightful pain of that pressure on his finger.

"You're lying!" insisted Guffey. "I know you're lying. You're one of
that crowd."

"What crowd? Ouch! I dunno what you mean!"

"You're one of them Reds, aint you?"

"Reds? What are Reds?"

"You want to tell me you don't know what a Red is? Aint you been
giving out them circulars on the street?"

"I never seen the circular!" repeated Peter. "I never seen a word in
it; I dunno what it is."

"You try to stuff me with that?"