"I'm not agoing to move," replied Elsa.
"I ain't agoing to move," agreed Charley.
"Come on, you girls, get off," cried Ernie. "What you going to do, Roger?"
"I'll show you! If you girls don't get off, I'll dump you," suiting action to words, as he tilted the plank sidewise. Elsa got a real bump, from the barrel to the ground. Charley's end of the see-saw was on the ground so she scrambled up laughing. Not so Elschen. She was red with anger. She flew at Roger and slapped him in the face.
Roger turned white, and struck back, the blow catching Elsa in the stomach. She doubled up and roared. Roger's voice rose above hers.
"I'll kill you next time! I'll kill you, you low down old German pig, you."
Slow moving little Ernie ran to put his arm round Elsa.
"Don't you hit my sister again, Rog Moore!"
Roger jumped up and down and kicked the barrel. "You get out of my yard! I hate you all!"
"Not me, Roger?" cried Charley, anxiously, running up to take his hand.