A wonderful change came over the face of the school bully. He drew back his hand as if it had touched red-hot iron. He wrung it with a pained look on his face.
Sammy turned around, as cool as a cucumber.
“Why, Jed, what’s the matter?” he asked, innocently.
Jed Burr grumbled out something, stuck his hand in his pocket, and strode away with a scowl on his face.
“What have you been up to, Sammy?” asked Frank, half guessing.
“Oh, nothing but wearing a pin cushion between my shoulders,” chuckled Sammy in reply.
Just then the bell rang, and the scholars began to flock into the little schoolhouse.