"Under the present conditions, however,
I think I shall continue to occupy it."
"You will, eh?" snarled out Dan Cassell, "then I'll show you how to
vacate it--so!"
With the words he laid hands on the back of the chair and jerked it from
under the young aviator. Roy, caught entirely off his guard, was flung
to the floor of the porch. He was up in a flash, but as he rose to his
feet Dan Cassell, evidently excited by what he deemed a great triumph,
aimed a savage blow at him.
Jimsy was rushing to his assistance but the red-faced man suddenly
blocked his path.
"Hold off, son! hold off!" he warned, "unless you want to get the
same dose."
CHAPTER VIII.
ROY MAKES AN ENEMY.
In the meantime Roy had skillfully avoided Dan Cassell's blow, and
was aggressively on the defensive. He was a lad who did not care for
fighting, but notwithstanding was a trained boxer. Something of this
seemed to dawn on Dan Cassell as the boy he sought to pummel dodged
his attack with such cleverness.
For a moment Dan stood stock-still with doubled up fists and a scowl
on his not unhandsome, though weak and vicious features.
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