CHAPTER IX

The Shaft Goes Home Don refused to budge, and gazed unflinchingly into the angry eyes of his adversary. Jake Hargot was heavier than he was, but not so muscular, and Don was sure that he had a cowardly streak in him that would make him think twice before he struck a blow. “Look here,” demanded Jake, “what do you mean by coming up here to ask me questions? Who do you think you are, anyway? Who gave you any license to meddle in other people’s business?” “Perhaps it’s my business, too,” answered Don. “My uncle was rob…