“You seem to be looking for trouble—and now you’re going to get it!”
Though the bully was much larger than Harry, the latter did not cower before him.
So engrossed had the boys been in their quarrel that they had failed to notice the approach of Principal Larmore. But he made his presence known just as Pud drew back his arm to strike.
“Snooks, go about your business!” he exclaimed. “I’m ashamed to think you should seek to pick a quarrel with the very boy who prevented your trick with the sled from having a very serious ending!”
As Harry had said, the bully was a coward at heart, and growling to himself, he slunk away.
CHAPTER III—SOCKER’S PLOT
With an amused smile, Mr. Larmore watched Pud as he slouched off up the street.
“Rather a strenuous introduction to Rivertown, you’re having, Watson,” he exclaimed, pleasantly. “Do you mind telling me what Snooks was saying to you?”
“Yes, sir; I do. It was only a personal matter.”
Fate, however, decreed that the principal should learn the cause of the quarrel he had interrupted.