“Yah! He’s scared out!” cried Chub.
So, indeed, it seemed. The blow had not been hard enough to knock him out, yet he made no offer to return to the fight. Instead, he raised his fist and shook it menacingly.
“You’ll suffer for this!” he exclaimed. “You wait till I see dad!”
“Yah!” shrilled Chub Newton, dancing wildly. “Go put a muffl-l-ler on your new cl-l-lothes, Bully Carson!”
Bully moved off, evidently sick of the encounter. Since it was plainly over, the spectators drifted away, and Chub Newton thanked his rescuer. Billy Mac introduced him to Frank Merriwell, junior, but seemed to have little delight in his victory.
“Now I am in for it, and no mistake!” he exclaimed, looking after the big fellow.
“Why?”
“Didn’t you notice the resemblance?”
“Well, yes. And I heard Chub call him Bully Carson——”
“Yes, that’s his usual nickname. He is Colonel Carson’s son, Chip. And I guess you can see that I’ve done a pretty bad morning’s work for the McQuade family.”