“You shut up!” yelled Buck, in a burst of rage.
“Take off your coat, Buck Looker,” cried Joe, dropping his books to the ground, “and I’ll give you the same kind of a trimming that Bob gave you the night you tried to wreck his aerial.”
For answer Buck tightened his grip on the strap that held his books.
“You stand back, Joe Atwood,” he cried, with a quaver in his voice, “or I’ll soak you with these books!”
Joe laughed his disdain.
“You coward!” he exclaimed, and was springing forward when a warning exclamation came from Bob.
“Stop, Joe,” he commanded. “Here comes Mr. Preston.”
A look of vexation came into Joe’s eyes and a look of relief into Buck’s as they looked and saw the principal of the high school walking rapidly toward them.
[CHAPTER V—A BIG ADVANCE]
With the coming of the school principal and the certainty that the threatened row was over, for the present at least, all Buck Looker’s usual truculence returned.