Harry looked up and saw the bullying face of Dan Marcy. The fellow was shabbily dressed and was puffing away at a cheap cigar.
"My business is none of your business, Dan Marcy," said Harry, sharply, before he had stopped to think twice.
"Oh, you needn't get high-toned," sneered the bully.
"If you don't like my manner don't talk to me."
"Think you are big just because you and your crowd tricked me an' Skeetles at Pine Island, don't you?" continued Dan Marcy, drawing closer. "Just let me tell you that I ain't forgettin' that!"
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind what I mean—I ain't forgettin' it, that's all."
"You had better keep your distance. If you don't my folks will have the law on you, Dan Marcy!"
"Humph! you can't scare me, Harry Westmore. I'm coming back to Lakeport soon, and then I'll show you what I can do!" muttered the bully, and then he turned and walked away.
"What a miserable creature he is," thought Harry as he started for home. "It's too bad that he is coming back to Lakeport. I suppose he can make a whole lot of trouble if he sets out for it."