"Apologize to a man like you!" ejaculated Clarence, struggling furiously for his freedom. "What do you take me for?"
"For an impudent young rascal," was the reply.
"Let me alone, I tell you!"
"Will you apologize?"
"There is no need of an apology. You got in my way."
"You have no business on the sidewalk with your bicycle. It is meant for foot-passengers."
"Do you know who I am?" demanded Clarence, haughtily.
"No, I don't, nor do I care."
"I am Clarence Ray, son of Squire Stephen Ray. He is a magistrate, and he can send you to jail."
These words of Clarence had the effect he desired. The stranger released him and eyed him with close scrutiny.