“Then you must be a Pennsylvania Dutchman. I’ve heard of that kind before, but you’re the first one I ever saw.”
There was a titter at this, and Flink’s dark face flushed.
“Sam, you shouldn’t have said that,” warned Dan. “It was not very courteous.”
“Neither is he. I don’t like him.”
“I’ll lick you for that when we get outside,” growled Flink. “You’re too fresh.”
Sam was about to make a retort when Dan pinched him sharply.
“Keep still. You will get into trouble.”
Sam’s freckles were standing out again and his shock of red hair seemed to be rising higher.
“He—he threatened me—he gave me a dare. I’ll make him wish he were back in Pennsylvania,” protested Sam belligerently.
“Take my advice and do nothing of the sort. You forget that everything we do now will count for or against us. It won’t do to start in on our career with bad conduct marks against us.”