“Look here!” exclaimed Bob. “We never said we didn’t intend to pay, but it’s none of your business, Noddy.”
“Don’t give me any of your lip,” the bully roared. “I’ve been wanting to thrash you for some time, and now I have a good chance.”
“Go ahead, if you think it’s healthy,” said Bob boldly. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“If you fight him, you’ll have to fight me,” said Jerry, coming forward and standing beside Bob.
“Yes, and me also,” said Ned.
“I guess I’ll have to take a hand then,” said the countryman. “I want pay for my broken shaft. If I can’t get it in money I’ll take it out of your hides.”
“If you touch us I’ll make a complaint and cause your arrest,” said Jerry.
“Who’s talking about arrests?” asked a gruff voice, and, from the bushes whence Noddy had made his appearance Bill Berry stepped out.
At the sight of him Noddy grinned, and moved closer to Bob.
“That’s big talk for a small boy,” Bill went on with a laugh. “What’s the row, Noddy?”