"So you want your head punched, do you?"
"If I do, you're not able to do the job."
"Won't I? I'll show you." And Bart leaped from the rowboat back to the dock.
"You were up under our window listening to the talk between my father and me."
"It isn't so!"
"It's the truth."
"You say another word and I'll thrash you within an inch of your life!" howled Bart, working himself up into a magnificent rage.
"I am not afraid of you," answered Dave, calmly. The fact that Bart was two inches taller than himself and weighed at least fifteen pounds more did not daunt him.
"Will you take back what you said?"
"Instead of taking it back, I repeat what I said—you are a mean sneak, and I want everybody in this village to know it," answered Dave, in a loud voice.