Silvey looked down remorsefully. "Here, kid, here's some cucumbers. You can hit me as hard as you want and get even."
"W-a-a-a-h!"
Once more, Mosher tried to assuage his brother's grief. "Look at the funny man who's coming over to see you. Don't let him find you crying."
The "funny man" proved to be the school physician who was returning from a professional call. He dropped his medical case on the turf and stooped over the prostrate urchin, who promptly kicked him in the shins.
The doctor drew back hastily. "What's the matter?" he queried.
"Th-th bad boy hit me."
"Which one?"
A grimy, tear streaked hand pointed to Silvey. The medic turned to him.
"Come here, boy," he said majestically.
Instead, Silvey beat a hasty retreat to the railroad tracks. There, from the summit of the embankment, he heaped abuse on the inoffensive figure with the little black case.