"I say you did tell—you or some of your gang!" retorted Ben.
"It sounds likely enough. No one else knew," muttered a boy on the outskirts of the crowd.
"Of course Dick Prescott or some of his gang told on us," insisted Ben Alvord angrily.
Dick took a step closer to his accuser.
"Then, Ben, you're a liar!" Prescott announced coolly.
"Punch him!" urged another boy, giving Ben a shove toward Dick.
"You bet I will!" snapped Alvord. "I don't allow a sneak to call me a liar."
"You can have a fight, if you insist on it," agreed Dick promptly. "You can have it right away, too, and it will last as long as you want. But this is no place. Let's go up to the field where we used to practise football."
"Whoop! Come on!" The crowd of Grammar School boys surged around the prospective fighters. A big procession started up the road.
"See here, this whole crowd can't come. So many will get us into trouble," shouted Dave.