“Yes. I’d like to spot the rascal that threw it.”
“I was hit myself. That’s why I came down after Mumps.”
“So you’re the guilty party, eh?” cried Andy Snow, stepping up to John Fenwick.
“Don’t!” screamed the lank boy, and turning, he ran off at top speed. “Come on, Dan!” he called out, when at a safe distance. “Don’t have anything more to do with ’em!”
By this time a crowd of a dozen was beginning to collect. Dan Baxter gazed around uneasily.
“We’ll settle this some other time,” he muttered, and edged away.
“Better settle it now,” retorted Jack.
“I—I’ve got something else to do,” faltered Dan Baxter, and then he turned and followed his toady.
“Baxter is afraid of you, Jack,” came from Andy Snow. “He’s a bully if ever there was one.”
“He certainly is a bully.”