“You do as I say,” he was speaking now.
“I can’t, I won’t,” choked out Ned. “I just felt splendid at my luck in writing what I did. And you’ve taken it.”
“I gave you mine.”
“Humph! Yours! You give it back to me, Jed Burr! If you don’t, I’ll go home. I won’t go to school at all.”
“Do it, then,” shouted Jed. “See here,” seizing the little fellow, and shaking him hard, “you blab one word, and I won’t let a fellow in the crowd play with you, or even speak to you.”
“See here, Jed Burr, you drop that,” cried Bob, stepping into view and pulling Ned away from the grasp of the bully.
“Hello! sneaking around, are you?”
“I don’t have to sneak,” replied Bob.
“Mind your own business.”
“I’m minding it fine when I save a little fellow from your meanness.”