"Bill Hosker is the boss around here. He does just as he pleases. If anybody crosses him Bill 'most kills them."
"Oh, he's a bully, is that it?"
"Yes."
"Well, where did he go?"
"You won't tell him I told you?"
"No."
"He crawled in behind those boxes," answered the little girl and then ran away.
Randy waited to hear no more, but made a dash for the boxes. As he did so, the fellow who had robbed him leaped up, club in hand.
"Go out of here!" he cried, in a hoarse voice. "I don't want anything to do with a kid like you."
"You give me my money," answered Randy, vigorously. "I am not going to let the like of you rob me."