[Brownsmith’s Boy by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookBrownsmith’s Boy CHAPTER SIXTEEN 7/10
"He'll be too much for yer;" and the other uttered a hoarse laugh. "Ah, that he will!" cried the big fellow, letting me get hold of the rope, and, tightening his grasp upon my collar, he kicked my legs from under me, so that I fell heavily half across the coil, while he went down on one knee and held me panting and quivering there, perfectly helpless. The boy made another dart forward, and I saw the woman catch at him by the head, but his shortly-cropped hair glided through her hands, and he would have reached me had not the man kicked out at him and made him stop suddenly and watch for another chance. "Who's got a knife ?" growled the man now savagely as he turned towards the two fellows at the door; "I'll soon show him what it is to come here a-wanting to steal our cart-ropes.
Chuck that there knife here." He rose as he spoke, and planted one foot upon my chest.
Then catching the pocket-knife thrown to him by one of the men at the door, he opened it with a great deal of show and menace, bending down to stare savagely in my eyes as he whetted the blade upon the boot resting on my chest. Of course I was a good deal alarmed, but I knew all the while that this was all show and that the great ruffian was trying to frighten me.
I was in a desperately bad state, in an evil place, but it was broad daylight, and people had seen me come in, so that I did not for a moment think he would dare to kill me.
All the same, though, I could not help feeling a curious nervous kind of tremor run through my frame as he flourished the knife about and glared at me as if pondering as to what he should do next. "I wish Ike were here," I thought; and as I did so I could not help thinking how big and strong he was, and how little he would make of seizing this great cowardly ruffian by the throat and making him let me go. "Now, then," he cried, "out wi' that there money." For answer, I foolishly showed him where it was by clapping my hand upon my pocket, when, with a grin of satisfaction, he tore my hand away, thrust in his great fingers, and dragged it out, spat on the various coins, and thrust them in his own pocket. "What d'yer say ?" he cried, bending down again towards me. "The police shall make you give that up," I panted. "Says we're to spend this here in beer, mates," he said, grinning, while the woman stood with her eyes half shut and her arms folded, looking on. The two men at the door laughed. "Now, then," said the big fellow, "since he's come out genteel-like with his money, I don't think I'll give him the knife this time.
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