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98 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. ‘‘And I am to be young Dugdale, am I?’ asked Bob viciously. ‘*Ves,’’ replied he of the soft voice calmly, with his eyes sternly fixed on the young man. ‘‘When you get done being Harold Pierson. ‘That will be a good deal better than being Allan Mark Everard.’’ ‘‘Now, drop that!’’ exclaimed the young man angrily. “‘I’min this game and I’ll see it out, but I won’t take any joking from you. You’ve had your hands on me once, but it’s for the last time. You mustn’t look ugly at me, nor attempt to be my master. I’d as soon die as have such a hellhound as you are on top of me for my life. Meet me as your equal, or, by Heaven, I’ll put daylight through you if I swing for it!’’ Ransom leaped to his feet, his eyes blazing and his face livid. With a spring forward, which had the litheness and stealthiness of a tiger in it, he reached for the young man’s throat. But this time Bob was prepared. His left fist shot straight from his shoulder full into the face of Ransom, who went down likea log. The blow and the fall stunned him. Moore, thoroughly frightened, grasped a water-jug and threw its contents over Ransom’s face. ‘The shock revived him, and with restored consciousness he realized in- stantly what had occurred. His face was hideous under the workings of his awful passion. He madea violent effort to arise. ‘The younger man’s passion was as great. With his foot he sent Ransom to the floor again, standing over him with a wicked knife in his hand. With a frightful oath, uttered from between his teeth, Bob cried: ‘*You’ve been working up the devil in me for a long time, and by Heaven, if you stir a hand or say a word, i'll put this knife through your heart!”’ Ransom knew he was at the mercy of the younger man. Looking up into Bob’s eyes, he saw a most dan- Comicbooks.c© 5}