“You’ll see what I’m playing fast enough,” spoke the former member of the baseball nine. “I tell you not to come across here.”
“Why not?” asked Fenn.
“Because I say so.”
“That’s no reason.”
“I’ll make it one. Don’t you fellows get fresh with me. You think because you can run the high school, and the nine, you can boss me but I’ll show you that you can’t.”
“No one wants to boss you,” spoke Ned. “You’re making a big fool of yourself, Sandy.”
“I am, eh? Well, that’s my affair. I tell you to keep away from here.”
“But why?” insisted Bart. “This—well, of course it isn’t public property, though no one has ever been stopped from coming here after flowers.”
“Some one’s going to be stopped now,” and Sandy grinned as he looked at his rifle, and then back at his tent.