In a minute he was at the stringpiece of the dock.
"Hi, Bart Hankers, I want to talk to you!" he called out.
"What do you want of me, Dave Fearless!" returned the rich youth, sullenly.
"I want to know what you mean by playing sneak around our house."
"Around your house? I haven't been near your house."
"Yes, you have. You just came from there."
"It's untrue. I have been up to Radley's store all the morning."
"I saw you and so did my father. You're a nice sneak, you are, I must declare. If I were you I'd be ashamed of myself."
"See here, if you call me a sneak, I'll punch your head for you, Dave Fearless!" howled Bart, angrily.
"Well, you are a sneak, so there!"