“No, you don’t!” cried Pepper. “Give me that!” And he tried to get the article from the bully’s grasp.
“Let me alone!” cried the bully, in alarm.
“Give me that!”
“I won’t!”
“You shall!” And then Pepper and Ritter commenced to tussle. The Imp went down, but still kept his hand over that of his enemy.
“Ough! my hand! Do you want to cut it?” suddenly howled the bully, and then opened his hand. A large lump of rough glass fell to the floor.
“Hello, what’s this?” demanded Dale, coming up.
“Ritter was going to throw that at Jack’s head.”
“I wasn’t!” answered the bully, doggedly.
“Glass, I declare!” said Dale, picking it up. “Say, Ritter, this is no thing to use in a fight like this.”