The boys slowly obeyed, although Fred, whose fighting blood was up, had to be urged along a little by the others.
“No sense in not minding the conductor,” counseled Bobby. “We’ve carried our point and that’s enough.”
They had indeed carried their point, for the fellow, having regained his cap, slumped down in the seat where Fred had thrown it, and for the rest of the trip the old man was left in peace.
Nor did the bully try to get even for his discomfiture. But if looks could kill, the boys would surely have been withered up by the angry glances he shot at them from time to time.
“He’s a sweet specimen, isn’t he?” chuckled Mouser.
“A nice thing to have around the house,” commented Pee Wee.
“He’d brighten it up on rainy days,” laughed Bobby.
“A cute little cut-up, all right,” affirmed Fred.
“I’d hate to have him at Rockledge,” said Mouser.
“Perhaps he’s going there, for all we know,” Pee Wee suggested.