"What will I do? I'll pitch into him wherever I see him."
"Didn't he accept your challenge?"
"Yes, he accepted, but he's thought better of it, likely."
"There he comes!" shouted a small boy.
All eyes were turned upon Tony, as he entered the field, with James at his side.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, boys," said our hero, politely.
"We concluded you'd backed out," said Sam, with a sneer.
"That isn't my style," returned Tony, with a quiet smile. "I had more to do than usual to-night."
"You've still more to do," said Sam, jeeringly. "I pity you."
"Do you? You're very kind," said Tony, unmoved.