"Take that hand away," he said softly. "Now get over there, and start picking up those books. Get them nice and neat." His voice rose a trifle.
"Now, I said!" He stabbed a finger out.
The boy before him hesitated, his face contorted with effort. He forced a hand part way up.
Don continued to stare at him.
The other drew a sobbing breath, then turned away and knelt by the scattered books and papers.
Don wheeled to confront the other two.
"Get over by those lockers," he ordered. "Now, let's hear it. What's your excuse for this row?"
"Aw, you saw it. You saw that little gersal trip Gerry there." The two had backed away, but now one of them started forward again.
"Come to think of it, you don't look so big to me." He half turned.