“Aw, listen to him! He’s dreaming!” some one yelled, laughingly.
“I am; eh? Well, I’ll show you!” cried Sam angrily, and the next instant, in spite of the effort of Darrell to hold him back, he had leaped for the lad who had mocked him, and had struck him a heavy blow.
CHAPTER III
MRS. MATSON IS WORRIED
“What do you mean by that?” demanded the lad whom Sam had struck.
“That’s what I mean by it. I mean you can’t insult me!”
“I can’t, eh? Well, I can whip you all right,” and with those words Sam was nearly knocked off his feet by a return blow.
“Here, cut that out!” yelled Darrell.