The street was practically deserted there. Yet barely two minutes had
passed when, about a block away, in the opposite direction from that of
the hotel, Eph heard a quick little feminine scream.
Wheeling about, Somers saw something that aroused his blood.
A girl, or young woman, he could not tell which, at the distance, cowered
back from a short, thick-set young man who had raised his hand to strike
her.
The next instant Eph saw the blow fall. Again the young woman cried out,
though not very loudly. But the brute seemed on the point of once more
striking her.
"Wow!" sputtered Eph, angrily. "We'll see about that."
On the run Somers went down the short block. The bully, hearing him
come, turned for a look, then darted away down the side street.
"I--I beg your pardon," stammered Eph, as the young woman turned,
flashing a look at him through a thin veil. "I--I don't want to
interfere, but--"
"I'm very glad you did, sir," responded the young woman, in a voice
whose sweetness charmed the submarine boy. "That wretch--"
"I wonder if I can overtake him and thrash him," pondered Eph, glancing
down the side street.
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