“Well, then, why don’t you get out and play baseball with the bunch? The campers are playing the councilors to-day, and you ought to be in the game. I never thought you were a guy that would spend all his time doing bunk-duty.”
“Who cares what you think? Shut up and beat it. I’m sick of hearing you babies bawling around all the time.”
Guppy worked on for a minute. “What are you sore about, Blackie?” he asked after some time. “Is it because you’re scared the Chief will know you were smoking?”
Blackie sat up with a jerk. “How do you know I was smoking?”
“Oh, everybody knows.”
“If Gallegher said anything, I’ll knock his block off!”
“He didn’t have to say anything. We all know you were in on it, and lied out of it to the Chief.”
The bunk creaked as Blackie jumped up and advanced toward the smaller boy with doubled fists. “You say I’m a liar? By Jimmy, I’ll fix you for this!”
“Don’t hit me!” said Guppy, dropping his tools and edging away. “All I said was——”
“You said enough!” Blackie scowled fiercely, seized the lad’s arm roughly, and gave it a wrenching twist until Guppy cried out with pain. “That’ll teach you to keep your mouth shut around me! Now, will you be calling me a liar any more? Will you? Will you?”