“That's what I thought. Who did you steal it from?”
“Do you mean to insult me, Mike Donovan?” demanded Paul, angrily.
“Just as you like,” said Mike, independently.
“If you want to know why I don't want to have anything to do with you, I will tell you.”
“Tell ahead.”
“Because you're a thief.”
“If you say that again, I'll lick you,” said Mike, reddening with anger.
“It's true. You stole my basket of candy the other day, and that isn't the only time you've been caught stealing.”
“I'll give you the worst licking you ever had. Do you want to fight?” said Mike, flourishing his fist.
“No, I don't,” said Paul. “Some time when I haven't a bundle, I'll accommodate you.”