If he feared that Dick would call for help, this high-handed one was reckoning without a knowledge of the kind of boy he had to deal with. For Dick, though he was just a little more than slightly alarmed, would have been ashamed to call out for help.
"You think you're having a lot of fun," sputtered young Prescott angrily, "but you'll be sorry for this before you are through!"
"Through with whom?" demanded Dexter blandly, now.
"Before you're through with me. You'll find that you can't act like this around Gridley. Justice Lee will get hold of you again, first thing you know."
"Huh! I'll talk to you about that in a few minutes!"
"See here, where are you taking me?"
"Wherever I please."
"Then I don't know about that, either, Dexter. I've about made up my mind that I won't go any further with you."
"Oh, you won't, eh, boy! Well, just help yourself, if you can."
By this time Dexter had crossed the field and had run well inside of the grove.