“Who is with you?”
“Never mind, you’ll soon see.”
Bob gave another whistle, but to his dismay he received no answer.
He did not know that Hicks was slightly hard of hearing, and had only heard the signal when Bob was comparatively close by.
In perplexity over the non-appearance of Hicks, Bob looked around for a stick. He soon found one, and, picking it up, he brandished it in the air.
“Now, we’ll see who is the best man. Do you see that light over in the cottage yonder?”
“Not being blind, I do,” returned Horning, sarcastically.
“Well, you’ll walk straight for it.”
“I won’t, and you can’t make me.”
As Horning spoke, he sprang at Bob. The young photographer took a step back, and then brought down the stick with all force.