“Get out of here,” he ordered, “or I’ll run you out.”
The discomfited bully scowled frightfully at Dave’s champion. He made a move to seize a brick and hurl it. Then he changed his mind as Hiram started on a run for him.
“There’s a bully for you,” announced the country boy, stooping to pick up a little box he had placed on the ground when he ran to Dave’s rescue. “Good thing I just happened around.”
“Yes, he acted pretty vicious,” replied Dave. “He’s mad because he’s lost his place, and wants to scare me off from taking it.”
“Don’t you let him do it.”
“I won’t.”
“So you got a job with Mr. King?” questioned Hiram, his face lengthening a trifle.
“Yes,” answered Dave. “You see——”
“You’re smarter than me? yes. A blind owl could see that. And I’m right glad of it,” added Hiram heartily. “Some day I’ll hit it just as lucky. Oh, say,” and Hiram grinned drolly. “You tell Mr. King that I know what a biplane is now.”
“Do you, indeed?”