He waited till he got a few rods away, and picking up a pebble, threw it at Andy. It whizzed within a foot of our hero’s face.
Andy looked up, and saw the boy laughing with evident enjoyment.
“Did you fire that stone, Tommy?” he asked.
“Yes, I did.”
“What did you do it for?”
“I’ll do it again!”
And Tommy suited the action to the word.
Andy was upon him in a moment, and seized him as he was entering the back door.
“Ma!” yelled Tommy, at the top of his voice. “Come here! Henry’s murdering me!”
Mrs. Brackett rushed to the door, her hands covered with dough, and her indignation was intense when she saw her darling in the grasp of her husband’s hired boy.