"Wonder what cornfield he came from," put in Carl Dudder.
"Got any old clo's' to sell!" cried Barney Hedge, imitating a street merchant.
Kiddy Leech scowled at the trio and said nothing at first. Then, as Ham Spink threw a snowball at him, he arose and beckoned the boys nearer.
"I want to talk to you two," he said, motioning to Carl and Ham.
"We haven't any money for you," answered Ham.
"You can't get a drink out of me," added Carl Dudder. "And by the way," he added suddenly. "You're the tramp my father fired out of our barn one night last week."
"That's true," answered Kiddy Leech, calmly. "But he won't do it again."
"I know he won't—you won't dare to come around," jeered Carl.
"Humph! I We'll see about that, sonny. Maybe I'll call on your father to-morrow."
"The scarecrow is crazy," said Barney Hedge.