Ralph paid no attention to him, and soon they were too far away from the bridge for Percy to attempt to say more.
"Who is that young man?" asked Mr. Larkins, with a considerable show of interest.
"That is Percy Paget, the son of the village squire," returned Ralph.
"A friend of yours?"
"No sir," and there was a decided ring in the boy's tones. "If anything, he is my worst enemy."
"I imagine he is not a very nice youth," went on the gentleman.
"He is not, sir. He is very overbearing, and will do anything, no matter how mean, if he can't have his own way."
"I believe you, Ralph. I met him once before, at a hotel back of Westville, with a chum of his, and he was telling how he was going to get square with somebody who had done something he did not like."
"Did he say what he was going to do?" asked Ralph, with not a little curiosity.
"He said something about smashing some glass."