The storekeeper’s son uttered a yell of pain and terror as he floundered about on the grass.
Dick had gone down also, his bundle flying out of his hand a yard away.
As he picked himself up, a familiar voice exclaimed:
“Hello! What’s the trouble? Is that you, Dick?”
“That you, Joe?”
“Sure it’s me! I was hanging about for a chance to see you again if I could. What muss have you got in now?”
“Come along with me and I’ll tell you about it,” Dick said as he picked up his bundle.
Mr. Maslin now hove in sight a few feet away.
“Now I’ve got you, you pesky little villain!” and he made a dash at the boy.
“Run, Joe!”