But that
was not his way of meeting so great an affront.
"Don't you get saucy!" warned Fred, edging in closer. Bert Dodge
veered around so that be could attack Dick from one side.
"It would be honoring you too much to talk to you in any vein,"
Dick retorted sarcastically. "You're a pair of the most worthless
rowdies in Gridley."
"Go for him, Bert!" called Ripley.
"Why don't you?" sneered Dick, making a leap forward, straight
at Ripley.
Dodge swung in from behind, hitting Dick over the head. But Prescott's
movement, in the same moment, made the blow only a glancing one.
Bump! Dick landed on Fred Ripley's nose with force and weight
enough to make the lawyer's son stagger.
"Pound his head off, Bert!" howled Ripley putting a hand to his
injured nose.
But Dick wheeled just in time to avoid a treacherous blow from
the rear. With all the fury of the oppressed, Prescott leaped
in, planting one foot heavily on some of Bert's toes and striking
a blow that landed over that indignant youth's belt-line. Bert
fell back, panting.
"If you two have enough now," remarked Dick more coolly, "I'll
pick up my package and go on about my business."
"You can wager you won't get away until we've settled with you!"
snarled Dodge.
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