“Yes, you did. And either you own up and let me out or you fight.”
“Fight, eh?” Perry scowled fiercely down at Harry. “Then I guess I’ll fight, kid. And if I do you’ll be an awful messy-looking youngster when I get through.”
“Oh, you may be able to lick me——”
“I’ll half kill you,” growled Perry.
“And then again you may not,” continued Harry. “Anyway, I’ll make a bargain with you. If you lick me I’ll keep still and won’t tell. If I lick you you’ll go with me to Mr. Adams and own up. What do you say?”
Perry laughed ironically, but his gaze swept the lithe, clean-cut figure before him, and there was a hint of grudging admiration in his tones when he answered.
“Sure, that’s a bargain! You meet me here right after the game, kid, and I’ll give you what’s coming to you!”
“After the game won’t do,” replied Harry firmly. “It’s got to be right now.”
“Nonsense, kid! I want to see what’s going on, and——”