“A fine place to get a good perspective of the show, Vic,” he exclaimed. “I’d like to make a sketch.”
“It won’t be done while I’m here,” said Victor, in positive tones; “unless,” he added, mischievously, “you can work while your neck is being tickled with a blade of grass.”
“Tyrant!” laughed Dave. He raised his finger warningly. “I give notice, however: no power can budge me for at least five minutes.”
Victor looked displeased.
“That’s a challenge. We’ll see about it,” he snapped.
The lad immediately made an attempt to convince Dave that his opinion on the subject was an entirely mistaken one. But all his pushing and tugging merely resulted in Victor making himself quite hot and uncomfortable.
It annoyed him very much indeed.
A second and more strenuous effort to dislodge the stout boy brought forth a mild protest.
“Quit it!” commanded Dave.
“Humph; I don’t have to!”