“You’ll think you’re a back number arter you see wot Wolfers does ter him.”
“Will I?”
“Yes, yer will!”
“Naw, I won’t!”
“Yes, yer will!”
“Naw, I won’t!”
By this time they had their fists clenched and their noses close together, while they were glaring into each other’s eyes.
“Say,” said Freckles, “arter ther game I’ll give you all that’s comin’ ter ye!”
“You try it! I ain’t skeered of you!”
“Stop that an’ watch ther game,” said another boy, butting between them. “A hit will do ther trick fer them fellers now.”