In the post-office window hung a many-colored poster, headed "Recruits Wanted for the United States Army." Soldiers of the various arms of the service were shown, and in all the types of uniforms worn on the different occasions.
"Oh, yes, they're a fine and dandy lot of loafers—them soldiers!" declared Bunny Hepburn contemptuously.
This opinion might not have gotten him into trouble, but he emphasized his opinion by spitting straight at the glass over the center of the picture.
"You coward!" choked Jud.
Biff!
Jud Jeffer's fist shot out, with all the force there is in fourteen-year-old muscle. The fist caught Bunny Hepburn on the side of the face and sent him sprawling.
"Good for you, Jud!" roared several of the young boys together.
"Go for him, Jud! He's mad, and wants it," called Tom Andrews.
Bunny was mad, all the way through, even before he leaped to his feet. Yet Bunny was not especially fond of fighting, and his anger was tempered with caution.
"You dassent do that again," he taunted, dancing about before Jud.