Papa Jack looked puzzled.
"Said I was—Bob, bob-tail, bob-cat," explained Bob.
"Oh!" Papa Jack seemed to see light. "And then he struck you?"
A nod once more.
Mr. McAllister looked out the window and his fingers closed tightly around Bob's. "When was this, Bob—before school?"
"Mm."
"And you came right home?"
A nod.
"Did you strike him back?"
Bob's eyes widened. "No."