“I don’t know what they mean to do.”
“What did Waddie want to drive the town fellows off the ground for?” I inquired.
“They were playing ball, and Waddie wanted the ground to have a game with his friends.”
“Whose ground was it?”
“It was the piece of land called the school pasture, and belongs to the town. You know where it is.”
“I know the place.”
“One party had just as good a right to the ground as the other; but you know how Waddie does things. If he wants anything he takes it, and makes a row if everybody don’t yield to him.”
“That’s his style.”
“But don’t say anything about what I’ve said, please. If anything happens to Waddie, it will be laid to these fellows.”
“They ought to have been smart enough to keep still themselves,” I replied.