"Legree ought to have hung onto the box himself," insisted Matt.
As if this was not sufficiently discouraging, when Legree got back to the hotel he found a very disquieting state of affairs.
Matt jumped into his seat, and Legree scrambled for the tonneau.
Legree got out of the car, went back along the road, and vanished among the bushes.
And Legree clenched his fist, and shook it, as if he had something in his hands that he could rend in pieces.
