"That's your lookout, not mine."
"I'll call my father!"
"If you do, I'll tell him what you said of me."
"Help! help!" roared Sidney, and then he began to squirm harder than ever. In the midst of the tussle three men ran from the mill.
"Here, what does this mean?" demanded one of the men, as Fred continued to hammer Sidney.
"He called me a low upstart," answered the stout youth.
"Make him leave me up, father!" whined Sidney.
"Bless me, if it isn't Sidney!" ejaculated Mr. Yates. "Let him alone!" The latter words to Fred, who quickly arose. "What's this? Sidney, your new suit is all plastered with mud!"
"He fell down himself," answered Fred.
"Who started this fight?" asked another of the men.