"If I get into trouble with you," snapped Fred, "it won't all be on one side."
"Keep still, Fred!" said Bobby. "Let's come on away," and he tugged at his chum's sleeve.
"That's a pretty fresh kid, too," said Jack, eyeing Bobby with disfavor.
But the trio of younger boys withdrew. "Those fellows," said Pee Wee, "are always picking on fellows they think they can lick. If you don't toady to them, they'll treat you awfully mean!"
"I won't toady to anybody—not even to that captain," declared Fred.
"What! Barry Gray?" cried Pee Wee, in surprise.
"Yes. I don't like him—much," confessed the belligerent Fred.
"You'll be dreadfully lonesome, then," chuckled the fat boy. "For 'most every fellow in the school likes Barry. He's captain of the baseball team, and center in the football team. He can do anything, Barry can. And the Old Doctor thinks he is about right. He was next choice after Tommy Wardwell last year for the Medal of Honor, and he'll likely get it this year."
"What's the Medal of Honor?" asked Fred, curiously.
Pee Wee grinned. "It's something that no red-headed boy ever won," he declared, mysteriously.