Rex turned and saw a fellow about a year older than himself. He had a red face and wore an outing shirt that was not as fresh as it might have been.
Rex, who was rather fastidious as to his friends, simply said “Yes,” and moved on.
The fellow noticed the look which accompanied the word.
“The dude!” he muttered. “Thinks he’s too good to talk with the likes o’ me. I’ll get even with him.”
He waited an instant and then followed Rex at a distance. Presently something that he espied ahead caused him to scan the sidewalk and the street next it closely.
Then he stepped out into the roadway and picked up a piece of coal that had dropped from a passing cart. He quickened his steps and nearly caught up with Rex just as the latter was passing a Chinese laundry.
“Run for your life! Runaway team behind you!” he exclaimed suddenly, darting forward and calling out the words almost in Rex’s ear. At the same instant he flung the piece of coal he had picked up straight into the window of the Chinese laundry.
There was a crash of glass and Rex, connecting the sound with the warning he had received, immediately took to his heels.
“There he goes!” called out the red faced youth to the Chinaman who promptly appeared in the door of his shop.
The Celestial’s almond eyes caught sight of Rex’s fleeing figure. It was enough. He dropped his iron and rushed after Rex, the conscienceless hoodlum joining in the chase.