"Yes, skip back, Dugan," added Dave. "That hit was easily safe."
"I ain't a-talkin' to you," cried "Little Bill," angrily. "I say it wasn't safe."
"Come now, Dugan, trot out in the field," went on Brandon, quietly.
"I will not! An'——"
"The man was safe, and my decision stands," exclaimed Mr. Perkins in an authoritative tone.
"You don't know the game, then," blustered Dugan, excitedly. "Look out! Don't you bump into me, fat feller."
Dave laughed good-naturedly.
"You make an awful lot of noise for a little chap," he said.
"A little chap, eh?" Bill clenched his fists, his eyes blazed with passion. Dave had touched him on a tender point.
"I'll show you how little I am," he yelled. "Here's where trouble begins."