CHAPTER XIII
WERNER'S ATTACK
"Hold on, Bill Glutts!" cried Randy, as he ran after the youth whom he had not seen since the Winter before.
"You leave me alone!" returned Glutts, and then, in order to run faster, he dropped the bundle he was carrying.
"Don't let him get away!" burst out Fred, and made a wild dash over some low bushes in Glutts's direction. In a moment more he had caught Glutts by the arm.
"Let go of me!" screamed the former cadet, and in alarm he tried to push Fred away. But the youngest Rover boy clung fast, and then Glutts aimed a blow with his fist at Fred's face.
Had the blow landed as intended, it would have hurt severely; but the youngest Rover ducked, and then hit Glutts a stinging blow on the chin.
By this time Randy and Gif were coming up, and almost before he knew it Bill Glutts was surrounded. Gif caught the former bully of the Hall by the shoulder.
"This is a nice way to act, Glutts," he said sternly. "What business had you to touch our lunch?"
"How did I know it belonged to you?" whined Glutts, much crestfallen over the sudden turn affairs had taken. "We found the stuff on the rocks."