“Oh, it’s that bully, Snaith, making trouble for the freshman,” replied Jack. “Isn’t it queer he can’t live one day without being mean? Snaith, I’m speaking of. He’s a worthy successor to Jerry Chowden.”
“Well, you polished off Chowden; maybe you can do the same to Snaith.”
“There’s no question but what I can do it, if I get the chance. He’s just like Jerry was—always picking on the new boys, or some one smaller than he is.”
“Come on, let’s see what’s up.”
They did not have to go much closer to overhear what was being said by Snaith and his cronies on one side, and Will on the other.
“I say, you new kid, what’s your name?” asked the bully.
“Yes, speak up, and don’t mumble,” added Pud.
“My name is Williams,” replied the new lad. “I wish you would let me go.”
“Can’t just yet, sonny,” said Glen. “We are just making your acquaintance,” and he punched Will in the stomach, making him double up.
“Hold on, there,” cried Snaith. “I didn’t ask you to make a bow. Wait until you’re told,” and he shoved the lad’s head back.