“Of course you be,” said Jim, artfully, “and he knows it.”
“Of course he does,” said Mike, boastfully. “I can lick him with one hand.”
Jim had serious doubts of this, but he had his reasons for concurring in Mike's estimate of his own powers.
“We'd better start now,” said Jim. “I'm awful hungry.”
“Come along, then.”
They walked up Liberty street, as far as Nassau. On reaching the corner they saw their unconscious victim at his usual place. It was rather a public place for an assault, and both boys would have hesitated had they not been incited by a double motive—the desire of gain and a feeling of hostility.
They sauntered along, and Mike pressed in close by Paul.
“What do you want?” asked Paul, not liking the vicinity.
“What's that to you?” demanded Mike.
“Quit crowdin' me.”