"Then we'll have to stay here a long time," said Frank with a smile, "for we're not going to tip. This isn't a college. If it was we'd conform to the custom. As it stands, we're not going to. Are we, Andy?"
"Not on your life!"
"Yes, you are!" fairly snarled the bully. "I'll make you!"
He made a grab for Frank's cap. Our hero stepped back, not wishing to come to a clash if he could avoid it. But the temper of Gerald was aroused. He leaped forward and made another grab. Frank shoved his arm to one side.
"Oh, ho! You want to fight, do you?" sneered the bully. "I can give you all you want of that!" He drew back his fist, but he was not prepared for what followed, for with a quick left-hander Frank reached his chin and Gerald Welter went over backward, falling on the soft grass with a thud.
CHAPTER VI
MISS MORTON'S TROUBLES
"Whew! Now you have done it!" gasped Jack, as he saw the bully go to earth.
"I guess Frank can take care of himself," said Andy calmly.
Ward Platt looked as if he wanted to take a hand in the hostilities himself, now that someone had started them. His eyes were bright with anticipation, and he clenched his fists as if ready for the fray.