"I reckon the way you was raised gave somebody a lot of trouble," sneered Perry.
"Well, you can bet I'm going to give somebody a lot of trouble if Susie is bothered any more."
"You're swaggering around with a chip on your shoulder all the time, ain't you?"
"Not so you can notice it," laughed Matt, "but you'll always find a chip on my shoulder when a fellow acts like you were doing just now."
"Oh, punk!" Dace Perry changed his mind about wanting to fight and backed off down the road. "This isn't the end of our little ruction, Matt King. I'll give you the double-cross yet, see if I don't!"
"So-long!" answered Matt.
Perry shook his fist, looked northward along the road in the evident hope of locating some of his team, then turned disappointedly and sprinted for the bridge.
"I was never so glad of anything in my life, Matt," breathed Susie, "as to have you get here just when you did."
"I'm a little bit tickled myself, Susie," laughed Matt, picking up his wheel and standing it alongside the fence, "but I guess Perry won't trouble you any more."
"I hate him!" cried Susie, stamping her foot. "He's never been a friend of Mark's, nor of yours, either, Matt."