"Want to fight?" said Tim, doubling up his fists, and assuming a pugilistic attitude.
"No, I don't want to fight; I will not fight," replied Frank, retreating backward from the quarrelsome boy.
"Oh, you won't fight, eh? Then, you'll git licked," replied Tim, following him.
"I have not injured you; I don't see why you should wish to fight with me."
"You lie! yer have. Didn't yer tell me yer hadn't got no more crackers?"
"I have not."
"Yes, yer have;" and Tim struck Frank a severe blow which made his lip bleed.
"Don't do that again!" cried Tony Weston, his face flushed with indignation.
"What are you going to do about it?" said Tim, turning to Tony.