“Here! Look out what you are about!” he roared. “Look where you’re hitting, can’t you?”
“Pete Herring means to do Jack an injury, Art,” said Harry who had seen the three talking together, “and we shall have to watch him.”
“I guess Jack can watch himself,” chuckled Arthur. “He is not afraid of Pete Herring and he is not a boy to be caught napping.”
“But some one threw him down the ravine.”
“Yes, but it won’t happen again and so we won’t have to keep a watch upon this fellow. I’d like to know if it were really Pete who did it. Dick met him and Merritt right after the thing happened and puts it down to one of them.”
“I think it was Pete myself,” said Harry, “and that’s why I think he needs looking after.”
The new number of the Academy magazine was expected to come out in a day or so and promised to be a very interesting one, Percival and the assisting members of the editorial staff having gone over the proofs and found them satisfactory.
There was still some little matter to go in and Jack promised to furnish this, taking or sending it to Mr. Brooke who did the printing.
On Friday afternoon, having written the last of his copy, Jack took Percival’s runabout which he now had permission to do at any time, and set off for Riverton and the office of the News.
He saw Dick as he was leaving and said: