"Do you dast to pick up a stone and smash one of the red or green lights over there?"
The lights referred to were the signal lights for passing trains.
"Don't do that!" protested Dick Prescott sharply. "That certainly would be downright criminal!"
"Milksop!" retorted Ben. "I dast to do anything that I want to."
"I think I dare do anything that's decent," retorted Dick quietly. "But I don't pretend that I'm brave enough to commit crimes, if you call breaking the law bravery."
"Crime?" sneered Ben. "Bosh! This is only fun, and getting square with a man who has been mean to some of us."
"If you don't take Dick's advice, and cut out the trick, you'll be mighty sorry afterwards," urged Tom Reade. "Come on, fellows. Let's move along and find some fun that is more decent."
"Babies!" jeered Ben Alvord. "You haven't nerve enough to stand up for your rights and pay Green back for the way he treats the fellows when he loses his temper. You're babies! Go on. Those who aren't babies will stay right here and see what happens."
"You're talking boldly enough, now, Ben Alvord, but you'll be whining to-morrow, instead. Come on, fellows; let's have nothing to do with the scheme," cried Dick.
"Babies!" sneered Ben again. "You fellows who want to be classed with the babies can go. The fellows with nerve can stay right here."