Hal looked on, and he was compelled to laugh. Then a sudden idea struck him. Like a flash he darted out of sight behind the pile of empty boxes and barrels.
Muttering something under his breath, Dick Ferris struggled to his feet. As soon as he did this the street children took to their legs, dragging their sleds after them. Ferris made after one or two of them, but was unable to effect a capture.
"Run off wid yerself!"
"We ain't got no use fer bullies!"
Spat!
A snow-ball took Ferris right in the ear, and caused him to utter a sharp cry of pain.
Then another took him in the face, and in trying to dodge he slipped and went into a snow-drift.
He was quickly on his feet, and this time ran after the crowd so fast that he caught one of the boys.
"Lemme go!" howled the youngster.
"Not much, you rat! Take that!"