“Jim doesn’t like you, either,” added Bates.
“I never supposed he did. I can do without his favor.”
“He will get you into a scrape if he can.”
“I have no doubt whatever of his benevolent intentions toward me. I shall not let it interfere with my happiness.”
Just then a sharp cry was heard, as of a boy in pain. It came from the school yard, which the two boys were approaching on their return from a walk.
“What’s that?” asked Hector, quickly.
“I expect it’s the new boy.”
One had arrived the day before.
“Is he hurt, I wonder?” asked Hector, quickening his steps.
“Jim’s got hold of him, probably,” said Bates; “he said this morning he was going to give the little chap a lesson to break him into school ways.”