"Hold up your hands," he snarled. Jurgis took a step
back, clinching his one well fist.

"What for?" he cried; and then understanding that
the fellow proposed to search him, he answered, "I'll see
you in hell first."

"Do you want to go to jail?" demanded the butler,
menacingly. "I'll have the police--"

"Have 'em!" roared Jurgis, with fierce passion. "But
you won't put your hands on me till you do! I haven't
touched anything in your damned house, and I'll not have
you touch me!"

So the butler, who was terrified lest his young master
should waken, stepped suddenly to the door, and opened
it. "Get out of here!" he said; and then as Jurgis passed
through the opening, he gave him a ferocious kick that sent
him down the great stone steps at a run, and landed him
sprawling in the snow at the bottom.

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