Wyeth descended the stair now, opened the street door, admitting Legs and Toddy. Legs entered first, while Toddy, blinking blindly, followed suit with a grip on his coat tail. "Where is he," cried Legs. "I mean John Moore! I want to kill him! Death for him is the campaign for tonight! From this earth he's got to part! Where is he! Show him to me now, and in a minute I'll show you his heart, the skunk." In some way, Moore did not hear this; but stood at the rear looking for Legs from that direction; and, in the meantime, declaring to the Mis' what he was going to do. "I'm go'n throw that nigga out tonight! To-night, or I'll die tomorra, so help me Jaysus!" Legs, who had entered his bedroom which opened into the kitchen, overheard this last. He now tore off his coat and hat, which Tom Toddy held, and forthwith sought Moore with a mighty oath. Glenview put in his appearance now from the rear, and kept Legs out of the kitchen, which fact sufficed for John Moore to make words. Our pen fails to describe this in detail. "Git yo things 'n' go!" cried Moore near the door, and positive that Glenview was between them. "Leave mah house at once!" "Oh, hush! Hush! Hush!" interposed the Mis'. "Leave, leave, to-night!" "Just let me get to him, just let me get to him! I want to eat'm," begged Legs. "Yeh; let us have him. We're going t' skin him," squeaked Tom Toddy. "This is terrible," cried the Mis'. "Just let me get my fingers on the tramp, and it'll be all over in a minute," Legs begged. "All but the funeral," assisted Toddy. "Orderin' somebody out of _his_ house. You ain' nothin' but the flunky anywhere. If I was in charge here, I'd make you sleep under the bed!" "I'd make him sleep under the house, the lousy rat," cried Toddy. "Ah said you leave this house now," cried Moore. "These ah the orders from me. From me-e!" "The Mis' ain' said nothin'," Legs cried again. "Leave, leave, before I tear yu' t' pieces," Moore raved, stamping his foot. At that moment, Legs gave Glenview a push that sent him reeling, and with a lunge, he cornered Moore. That worthy was frightened into Hades. He was speechless. Legs smiled on him as he reached out and got him by the ears. Grasping them tight, he essayed a bumping process against the wall with his head. "Have you got him, boy?" inquired Toddy, making sure before he ventured forth with a small knife. "What shall I do to the sucker now? Just tell me, and I'll proceed to take off his nose or his lips; either one of them will make good dog meat." "You shouldn't have come home disturbing everybody like this," said the Mis', and seemed hurt. This had effect on Legs, who was always considerate of the ladies. "I'm sorry for you, Mis'; but I've had it in for this hunk a meat, ever since he got me out of bed to lose my last dollar." He emphasized the remark by another bumping.