Under His Thumb — page 64: what you’re looking at

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UNDER HIS THUMB. 55 ‘**Ho, ho!—wouldn’t me me!’’ he cried, in his harsh tones. “I pover fancied the thought of dying in that — way,’ Croly declared, seemingly insensible of the belligerent attitude of the ruffian. “Guess yer want me to eat ye alive, don’t ye?”’ “I shall not let you do that, either.’’ The ruffian pounced fiercely upon the slender, de- fiant individual before him. But his outstretched hands came in contact with the seat only, for the detective, with amazing agil- ity, had leaped aside, and before the stranger could — turn upon his dandified foe, the latter had delivered a quick, terrible blow with his clenched hand. With a growl of pain and rage the ruffian reeled backward against the side of the car. Ecomichbooks co mn