"I think I've paid you back, now," Prescott remarked quietly.
At this moment Mr. Prescott, hearing the noise from the back of his bookstore, came to the door.
"What is the trouble, Richard?" inquired his parent.
Dick stepped over to his father, repeating, in a low voice, the insult that Dodge had hurled at him.
"You couldn't have done anything else, then!" declared the elder Prescott, fervently; and this was a good deal for Dick's father, quiet, scholarly and peace-loving, to say.
Bert and Bayliss walked sullenly away amid the jeers of the onlookers.
Once out of their sight, Bert, fairly grinding his teeth, said:
"Bayliss, I'll have my revenge yet on that mucker Prescott—-" and then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he added savagely:
"The Tottenville game's tomorrow—-you know?"
"Yes?" said Bayliss inquiringly.
"Well, wait till tomorrow afternoon, and I'll take the conceit out of the miserable cur—-just you wait."