"We'll stop, now," Dick announced. "We can start again at any time that the wind changes to this quarter."
"What are you going to tell your father about this, Ripley?" Dave Darrin asked presently.
"Nothing," replied Fred, with a start.
"Is that all you ever tell him about your misdeeds?" inquired Tom dryly.
"This isn't my misdeed," Fred snapped. "You fellows started all the trouble."
"I suppose we even invited your crowd to come over here this afternoon and steal our food?" Dave continued.
"Now, you youngsters will get trouble started all over again, if you don't look out," Fred threatened the Grammar School boys.
"You'd better leave us alone," suggested Dick, "and make up your mind about what you're going to tell your father when he hears about this."
"Who's going to tell him?" snarled young Ripley.
"I don't know."