“Here comes a cop!” cried an urchin, and immediately the boys began to scatter.
Squinty Jim got up, giving Dick a baleful look.
“Youse ain’t seen der last of me!” he grated, wiping the blood from his bruised face with his sleeve. “I’ll get even wid yer yit, see if I don’t!”
With this threat he slouched away.
CHAPTER XX.
HONORED BY ALL.
Frank Merriwell had not interfered. While he did not believe in fighting, he knew Dick’s cause was just, and he had wished to see if the boy could take care of himself in such an affair. The result was decidedly gratifying to Merry.
Old Joe had on many occasions watched Frank giving Dick sparring-lessons, and the savage had regarded the whole affair with supreme scorn and contempt. More than once he had tersely expressed his opinion in regard to it.
Now, however, there was such satisfaction expressed on the old fellow’s usually stony face that the look could not be mistaken. When the flushed and triumphant boy turned about after the skulking away of the bully, the redskin quickly put his arms about the lad, saying: