Don waved his hand as a sign of dismissal.
The other boy, with a nod, turned to make his way off. "No, by the
Great Porpoise, that isn't all!"
The words, shouted, with a tremendous energy behind them, caused some other hearts to bound.
Jacob Farnum, his blood now boiling, found himself unable to contain himself any longer.
As he shouted out, he burst through the bushes, making a bee-line for the departing boy in uniform.
Don Melville gasped, in sheer dismay, yet he had the presence of mind to yell:
"Scoot, Benson! Travel as fast as ever you can!"
Then Don ran a few steps in the opposite direction. Young Melville was a very fair sprinter, but he wanted to have a bit of a start in case of need.
"Melville, you young scoundrel, I'll settle with you later!" roared
Jacob Farnum, keeping on down the road.
Straight in the middle of the road the fugitive was now dashing along, until Don yelled after him: