“Oh, don’t hurt him!”
“Je-ru-sa-lem!” exclaimed Sammy to Rowdy. “Ain’t girls the worst ever?”
“Huh!” said the strange boy, suddenly glaring at Sammy Pinkney, “what do you know about girls?”
He was a dark boy, with ragged black hair that had evidently been sheared off roughly by an amateur barber. He was dressed warmly and in good clothes. He wore leggings that came up to his hips. He was bigger, and must have been older than Sammy.
He stood up now, with the kicking rabbit held by the hind legs. The trapped animal was fat and was of good size.
“Oh! Oh!” cried Dot. “He’ll get away from you.”
“Like fun he will.”
“How are you going to kill him?” Sammy, the practical, asked.
“Break its neck,” was the prompt reply.
“Oh! How awful!” gasped Tess. “Won’t it hurt him?”