“Look who’s coming, Joe!” he exclaimed. “It’s Bugs Hartley!”
[CHAPTER IX]
AN OLD ENEMY
Baseball Joe started as he looked at the man more closely.
“Bugs Hartley!” he ejaculated. “I thought we’d seen the last of that fellow. I imagined that by this time he’d be in jail or in a lunatic asylum.”
“He’ll get there some time likely enough,” replied Jim. “But just now he’s here. That’s Bugs as sure as shooting.”
It was evident that the man had recognized them also, for he stopped suddenly, as though debating whether to advance or retreat. He decided on the former course, and with an air of bravado came toward them. Joe and Jim would have passed him without speaking, but he planted himself squarely in their path, a malignant look glowing in his bleary eyes.
“So here you are again,” he snarled, addressing himself to Joe.
“Sure thing,” answered Joe coolly. “You see me, don’t you?”