"Well, I swum! I swum!" he repeated, "I believe you did that on purpose."
"Why, Mr. Januth!" protested Tommy.
"Do ye deny it?"
"No, Mr. Januth, I don't deny it. Athk me and I'll tell you the truth."
"All right, I ask ye. Did ye pull me down?"
"No, thir. You fell down, didn't you? But I let my foot catthh on a nub. I knew it would pull you over. You made fatheth at me tho I helped you to fall down. Oh, it wath funny!" Tommy laughed merrily.
"Grace Thompson! I am amazed!" exclaimed Miss Elting.
"Tho wath Mr. Januth. But I'm thorry, now. I won't do it again, if you won't make fatheth at me."
"Well, I swum! Shake, little pardner! You got the best of Janus Grubb that time, but his time will come."
"You've got to promithe," insisted Tommy.