The Young Auctioneers. Stratemeyer Edward

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      CHAPTER II.

      A LIVELY DISCUSSION.

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      At the intimation that she must pay eight dollars, the face of the young lady stenographer grew pale, while that of Matt Lincoln flushed up.

      "I—I cannot pay the money!" gasped Ida Bartlett. "I have no such amount with me."

      "It's a swindle!" burst in Matt Lincoln indignantly. "Don't you pay a cent, Miss Bartlett. It was not your fault, and he cannot force you to pay."

      "Shut right up!" snarled the auctioneer, turning to Matt fiercely. "Unless you want to get yourself into trouble."

      "I won't shut up and see this young lady ill-treated!" retorted Matt, flushing still more. "You may think you can ride over me. but you can't do it. I'll—"

      "Hush, Matt!" pleaded the stenographer, catching him by the arm. "Do not say anything rash."

      "But, Miss Bartlett, this chap wants to force you into paying for something you didn't do! I wouldn't stand it! I'd fight him first!"

      ​"You would, would you?" growled the auctioneer, his face growing dark and sour.

      "Yes, I would!" retorted the boy defiantly. "I'm not afraid of you!"

      "Say, that boy's game!" laughed a bystander.

      "Yes, a regular little bantam," replied another.

      "I'll settle with you in a minute," said the auctioneer, finding he could not silence Matt. "Now, madam, do you intend to pay for the damage done or not?"

      "I did not do the damage, and I cannot see how you can ask me to pay," faltered Ida Bartlett, "I have proof that you let the piece of bric-a-brac fall."

      "The chap who says he saw her drop it had his back turned at the time," put in Matt, and turning to the individual in question, he added: "Can you swear that you saw the piece of statuary leave her hand?"

      "N-no, I can't do that," returned the fellow slowly, "But it went down at her feet, and——"

      "You imagined the rest," finished Matt. "I told you so," he went on triumphantly.

      "See here; you shut up," cried the auctioneer, losing his temper. "Dilks, come here and help me," he went on, appealing to the assistant he had before called Andrew.

      ​The assistant auctioneer came forward upon this. His face wore a troubled look, as if he did not relish the duty he was called upon to perform.

      "I'm afraid there is some mistake here, Mr. Gulligan," he said in a low tone, meant only for the auctioneer's ears.

      "Some mistake!" howled Caleb Gulligan, for such was the auctioneer's name. "I don't make mistakes."

      "I saw the man run out as soon as the statuary was broken, and by his manner I am sure he must be the guilty party."

      "See here, Andrew Dilks, who is running this establishment?" stormed Caleb Gulligan wrathfully. "I lay the accident at the door of the young woman, and, as the man is gone, she will pay the bill—or take the consequences."

      The assistant auctioneer flushed up at these words. It was plain to see that he was an honest young man, and did not like such underhand work.

      "Perhaps she hasn't the money to pay?"

      "Then she must take the consequences," replied the auctioneer sourly.

      "Not much!" put in Matt, who had overheard the best part of the conversation between Caleb Gulligan and his assistant, "Miss Bartlett, if I was ​you I wouldn't stay here another minute," be went on to the stenographer, in a whisper.

      "Why, what would you do?" she returned.

      "Skip out. They haven't any right to make you trouble."

      "But, Matt, that would not be right."

      "Never mind; go ahead. You haven't any friend here but me. Mr. Fenton wouldn't help you any, even if you ask him."

      The young lady stood still for a moment, and then made a sudden movement for the doorway. Caleb Gulligan rushed after her, only to find Matt Lincoln barring his progress.

      "Get out of my way, boy!"

      "Which way?" queried Matt coolly.

      "You rat! Out of my way!"

      The auctioneer placed his hand upon the boy's arm, with the intention of hurling him aside. But, strange to say, although he was taller than the youth, he could not budge the latter for several seconds, and by that time the young lady had disappeared, swallowed up in the noonday crowd which surged past the door.

      "Now see what you have done!" stormed Caleb Gulligan wrathfully. "You have aided that young woman to escape!"

      "That's just what I meant to do," returned Matt, ​with a coolness that would have been exasperating to even a less sensitive man than the crusty auctioneer.

      "I shall hold you responsible for it!"

      "I don't care if you do," was Matt's dogged reply. "She's my friend, and I always stick up for my friends."

      At this last remark there was a low murmur of approval from those gathered about. Evidently, the boy's unpolished but honest manner had won considerable admiration.

      "Do you know that I can have you locked up?"

      "What СКАЧАТЬ