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52 log in a hole in the ground. This aperture had been covered with light pieces of sod which Dorsett was pushing aside with his cane, while he continued to groan with pain.

The lamplight enabled him to discern more clearly the trap that had caught him. He managed to pull one side of the contrivance loose and got his foot free.

Wincing with pain and limping, he came closer to the window, boiling with rage.

"So you did it, and boast of it, do you?" he howled at Frank.

"I did and do," answered Frank calmly. "This is our home, Mr. Dorsett, not a public highway."

Dorsett uttered a terrific snort of rage. He brandished his cane, struck out with it, and it's [sic] end went through the panes of both the upper and the raised lower sash.

Frank receded a step, unhurt, with the words:

"Very well. You will pay for that damage, I suppose you know. You will get no further rent until you repair it."

"Rent!" roared the frenzied Dorsett. "You'll never pay me rent again. Til show you. Tenants at will, ha! Can't stroll around my own property, hey? Why, I'll—I'll crush you."