“I—I’ll make you pay for this!”
“Perhaps you’ll do a little paying for yourself, unless you wish to serve a term in prison.”
After this there came a spell of silence, during which Paxton and Mumps piled up as many nuts as they could.
“I want your names,” said the gentleman, taking out a note-book and a pencil.
“Mine is John Fenwick,” said the sneak, humbly. He felt there would be no profit in acting ugly.
“Now yours, young man?”
“Nick Paxton.”
“And now I want yours.”
“Perhaps I won’t give it to you,” returned the bully.
“Really! Mike, did you bring that horsewhip along?”