For answer the scoundrel seized the boy, hurling him across the room. Dick tottered. Being unable to use his hands to aid himself, he fell to the floor and lay there.
"Do you know what you ought to be doing, Dexter?" inquired Dick, as soon as he had smothered his wrath a bit.
"Well?"
"You ought to be training puppies for the dog circus. Not by fear, you know, for you really couldn't scare anything. But, in training puppies by the golden rule you'd be at your best!"
"I'll train you before I get through with you," snarled the rascal.
"There's only one thing you need to make you rather funny," remarked Dick.
"What is that?"
"All you need to make you funny, Dexter, is a little more wit."
Ab. stepped over and administered another kick.
"Thank you," acknowledged Prescott politely.