“Aw, what’s eating you?” demanded another of the Resolute crowd. “If you fellows are looking for a fight you can have it; eh boys?”
“Sure thing!” came in a chorus, as the players crowded up, with bats in their hands.
“This may be serious,” murmured Darrell to Tom. “See if you can’t stop Sam from fighting.”
But it was too late, as Sam and his opponent were at each other hammer and tongs.
“Do you want to fight?” sneered the lad who had accosted the manager.
“No, I don’t.”
“Afraid?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then come on,” and the lad, half in fun perhaps, gave Darrell a shove.