Kit could stand it no longer. He reached over and tapped the fellow on
the shoulder.
"Allow the lady to pass," he said quietly.
The hawk turned his head and sized Kit up. This did not take much time,
for Kit was small and slender, his black eyes being the largest part of
him, proportionately.
"What the deuce have you got to do with this?" he sneered, looking
savagely at Kit.
"Just enough to make sure that you do it," said Kit, rising.
"Well, I don't allow no pups like you to interfere with me. You sit down
an' let this gal an' me attend to our own business, er I'll bend you an'
tie you into a knot an' throw you out of the window."
Kit did not reply, but he reached over and got the fellow by the coat
collar and jerked him into the aisle, and, twisting him around, planted
his toe between his coat tails with a force that sent him halfway down
the length of the car.
"You're on the wrong train," said Kit. "The cattle train is on the other
track."
The fellow soon regained his balance, and came rushing back like a
charging bull.
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