Just at that moment Charlie Black came flying around the corner on his roller skates and ran into Meg before he could stop himself. He knocked her down and landed on top of her.
“Meg, Meg, did he hurt you?” Bobby had Meg on her feet in a second. “No? You sure? Well, just you watch me pound him.”
Bobby was furious, and hitting Charlie Black he felt would relieve his feeling almost as much as a fight with Tim Roon. The two bad boys never lost an opportunity to torment him or Meg, and Bobby felt that here was a heaven-sent opportunity to even up old scores.
“I’ve got my skates on,” whimpered Charlie, as Bobby leaned over him. “Don’t you dare touch me, Bobby Blossom! Go ’way! I tell you ’tisn’t fair! I’ve got my skates on!”
“Well, I don’t care if you have!” roared Bobby. “Stand up, and see what you’ll get! Stand up!”
Charlie much preferred to lie down, and now 140 he simply rolled over on his back and pawed the air wildly.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” he kept crying. “Go away! Leave me alone.”
Bobby looked disgusted.
“You leave me alone and I’ll give you something,” Charlie whimpered. “Honest I will, Bobby.”
“What?” said Bobby shortly.