“I will give them back when I get ready,” said Herbert, doggedly.
“Give them up now, or you will be sorry for it.”
“Mind your business!” retorted Herbert, and turned to walk away.
Before he well knew what was going to happen, the young bully found himself lying on his back, in the very spot where he had deposited Johnny a minute before, with Andy bending over him.
“Let me up, you brute!” he screamed.
“So I will, when you have given up the marbles.”
Herbert struggled, but in the end was obliged to surrender the marbles.
As he rose from the ground he shook his fist at Andy, and shouted, with passion:
“You’ll repent this, Andrew Gordon! You’ll be a beggar inside of a week, and in State’s prison before the year’s out!”
“Thank you for your good wishes!” said Andy, coolly. “I’ll take the risk of both.”