"Go away from our gate," she stormed. "If my father catches you, you'll
suffer."
"Pooh!" said the dare-devil. He looked up at the house and then, opening
the gate, strode boldly into the front garden. Before this intrusion
Miss Nugent retreated in alarm, and gaining the door-step gazed at him in
dismay. Then her face cleared suddenly, and Master Hardy looking over
his shoulder saw that his retreat was cut off by Mr. Wilks.
"Don't let him hurt me, Sam," entreated Miss Nugent, piteously.
Mr. Wilks came into the garden and closed the gate behind him.
"I wasn't going to hurt her," cried Master Hardy, anxiously; "as if I
should hurt a girl!
"Wot are you doing in our front garden, then?" demanded Mr. Wilks.
He sprang forward suddenly and, catching the boy by the collar with one
huge hand, dragged him, struggling violently, down the side-entrance into
the back garden. Miss Nugent, following close behind, sought to improve
the occasion.
"See what you get by coming into our garden," she said.
The victim made no reply.
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