Joe the Hotel Boy

JOE SHOWS HIS MUSCLE.

All unconscious that he was being followed, our hero went on his errand to a wholesale provision house that supplied the Grandon Hotel with meats and poultry.  He felt in good spirits and so whistled lightly as he walked.

Arriving at the place of business he transacted his errand as speedily as possible and then started to return to the hotel.

He was just passing the entrance to a factory yard when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and wheeling around found himself confronted by Jack Sagger, Nick Sammel, and half a dozen others, who had gathered to see their leader “polish off” the country boy.

“What do you want?” demanded Joe, sharply.

“You know well enough wot I want, country!” exclaimed Jack Sagger.

“I do not.”

“You took my job away from me, an’ I’m goin’ to pay you fer doing it.”

“Mr. Drew had a perfect right to discharge you, Jack Sagger.  He said you were impudent and he didn’t want you around any more.”

“You can’t preach to me, country!  Do you know wot I’m goin’ ter do?”

“No.”

“I’m going to make you promise to leave dat job.  Will yer promise?”

“No.”

“Den you have got to fight,” and Jack Sagger began to pull up his rather dirty coat sleeves.

“Supposing I don’t want to fight?” went on our hero, as calmly as he could.

“Yer got ter do it, country—­or else make dat promise.”

“I’ll make no promise to you.”

“Den take dat!”

As Jack Sagger uttered the last words he launched a blow at Joe’s nose.  But our hero ducked and the blow went wide of its mark.

“Give it to him, Jack!”

“Show him what you can do!”

“Keep off,” came from Joe.  “If you don’t, you’ll get hurt!”

“Hear dat now!  Jack, pitch in, quick, before anybody comes!”

Thus urged Jack Sagger struck out once more, landing on Joe’s chest.  Then our hero drew back and sent in a blow with all his force.  It took the other boy squarely on the chin and sent him staggering against a friend.

If ever there was a surprised boy that boy was Jack Sagger.  He had expected that to “polish off” Joe would be easy and he had not anticipated such a defense as had been made.  He righted himself and gazed stupidly at our hero.

“Wot did yer hit me fer?” he gasped.

“You keep off or I’ll hit you again,” answered Joe.

There was a pause and Sagger sprang forward, trying to catch Joe around the arms.  But our hero was too quick for him and ducked once more.  Then he hit the bully in the ear and gave him another blow in the left eye.

“Ouch!” roared Jack Sagger.  “Don’t!  Oh, my eye!”

“Have you had enough?” demanded Joe, who was commencing to warm up.

“Pitch in, fellers!” came from Jack Sagger.  “Throw him down!”

“Ain’t you going to do it alone?” queried Nick Sammel, in wonder, not unmingled with a suspicion that Joe would not be as easy to handle as anticipated.

“I—­I’ve got a—­a heartburn,” came lamely from Sagger.  “It come on me all at onct.  If it wasn’t fer that I’d do him up all alone.”

“You’re a fraud, and you haven’t any heart-burn!” cried Joe.  “You’re afraid, that’s all.  If you want to fight, stand up, and we’ll have it out.”

“Don’t you call me afraid,” said Sagger, but his voice had lost much of its bullying tone.

“You’re a big coward, Jack Sagger.  After this I want you to leave me alone.”

“Ain’t you fellers going to pitch in?” demanded Sagger, turning to his cohorts.

“The first boy to hit me will get paid back with interest,” said Joe, sharply.  “I don’t like to fight but I can do it if I have to.”

One or two had edged forward but when they saw his determined air they slunk back.

“Go on and fight him, Jack,” said one.  “This is your mix-up, not ours.”

“You said you was going to do him up brown,” put in another.

“Ain’t I got the heartburn?” blustered the bully.  “I can’t do nuthin’ when I git that.  Wait till I’m well; then I’ll show him.”

“If you ever touch me again, Jack Sagger, I’ll give you the worst thrashing you ever had,” said Joe, loudly.  “Remember, I am not the least bit afraid of you.  The best thing you can do is to keep your distance.”

“Humph!”

“I don’t want to quarrel with anybody, but I am always ready to stick up for my rights, just you remember that.”

So speaking Joe backed out of the crowd, that opened to let him pass.  Several of the boys wanted to detain him, but not one had the courage to do so.  As soon as he was clear of his tormentors, he hurried back to the hotel.

“How did you make out?” asked Mr. Drew.

“It’s all right, sir, and they’ll send the things to-night, sure,” answered Joe.  He hesitated for a moment.  “I had a little excitement on the way.”

“How was that?”

“Jack Sagger and some other boys followed me up and wanted to polish me off.”

“You don’t look as if they had done much polishing.”  And the hotel man smiled.

“No, Jack Sagger got the worst of it.  I guess he’ll leave me alone in the future.”

“You mustn’t fight around the hotel, Joe.”

“This was on the way to Jackson & Bell’s, sir.  I was bound to defend myself.”

“To be sure.  Sagger came to me yesterday and wanted to be taken back, but I told him no—­that I wouldn’t have such an impudent fellow around.”

As the winter season came on the hotel began to fill up and Joe was kept busy from early in the morning until late at night, and so was Frank Randolph.  The two boys were firm friends, and on Sunday went to Sunday School together and also to church, when their hotel duties permitted of it.

In the corridor of the hotel Joe, one day, met the timid Felix Gussing, the young man who had once had so much trouble in driving a horse.

“How do you do, Mr. Gussing,” said our hero politely.

“Why if it isn’t Joe!” cried the young man, and smiled.  “What are you doing here?”

“I work at this hotel now.”

“Is it possible!  Didn’t you like it at Riverside?”

“Yes, but the place is shut up for the winter.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Are you stopping here, sir?”

“Yes, I came in an hour ago.  I have business in Philadelphia.”

“Maybe you’re buying horses,” said Joe, slyly.

“No! no!  No more horses for me,” ejaculated the dude.  “I—­er—­this is of more importance.”

No more was said just then, but later our hero met Felix Gussing again, and on the day following had an errand that took him to the young man’s room.

“Joe, you are quite a wise boy, perhaps I can confide in you,” said Felix Gussing, after some talk on other subjects.

“I’ll be glad to be of service to you, Mr. Gussing.”

“I have a delicate problem to solve.  Sometimes a young man can give better advice than an older person,” went on the dude.

“Don’t flatter me, Mr. Gussing.”

“I am in love,” went on the young man, flatly.

“Yes, sir.”

“I am quite sure the young lady loves me.”

“Then I suppose you are going to get married.”

“There is an obstacle in the way.”

“Oh!”

“Perhaps I had better tell you the whole story—­if you’ll listen to me,” went on the dude.

“Certainly I’ll listen,” said Joe.  “I’ve got a little time off.”

And then Felix Gussing told his tale of woe, as will be found in the next chapter.