"How do you feel?" asked one of the boys who had witnessed Sam's humiliation, not sympathetically, but in a tone of mockery.
"None of your business!" retorted Sam, savagely.
"He feels bad, Mickey," said the other. "He's heard bad news, and that's what made him in such a hurry."
Here both the boys laughed, and Sam retorted angrily, "I'll make you feel bad, if you aint careful."
"Hear him talk, Mickey,—aint he smart?"
"I'll make you both smart," said Sam, beginning to roll up his sleeves; for he was no coward, and the boys were only about his own size.
"He wants to bounce us, like he was bounced himself," said Pat Riley. "How did it feel, Johnny?"
Sam gave chase, but his tormentors were better acquainted with the city than he, and he did not succeed in catching them. Finally he gave it up, and, sitting down on a convenient door-step, gave himself up to melancholy reflections.