“I wasn’t going to use it. I only had it in my hand,” was the lame reply.
“You were going to throw it at Jack’s head—I am positive of it,” said Pepper firmly.
“If you were, Ritter, you’re a villain!” declared Dale.
“What’s that?” demanded Stuffer, and now the fight came to a sudden stop.
“Ritter was going to throw a lump of rough glass at Jack’s head!” cried Pepper. “He might have cut Jack badly!”
“It’s not true!” was the bully’s answer.
“Here’s the glass. He had it aimed at Jack when I caught his hand.”
The cadets gathered around and looked at the glass and then at Ritter. Nobody had known about the glass but the bully and even his cohorts were surprised.
“So you were going to throw that at me, eh?” said Jack, sternly, as he looked Ritter squarely in the eyes.
“I—I wasn’t.”