"Humph! It wasn't my fault that your boat went over."
"It was your fault, Gus Plum," came from Phil.
"I'm going to get square for this," continued Dave, his eyes flashing. "I'll teach you to let me alone after this."
"Ha! So you threaten me!" roared the bully. "Do you suppose I'm afraid of such a country greeny as you? Not much!"
"Perhaps you'll be afraid when I get through with you," retorted Dave, who was thoroughly angry. "You've been picking a quarrel with me ever since I arrived."
"Pooh! I'm not putting myself out to pick quarrels with such country bumpkins as you!" retorted Gus Plum. "If you don't like the way I treat you, you can do the other thing."
"I believe you ran into us on purpose," said Roger.
"Maybe you'll report me to Dr. Clay," sneered the bully.
"You certainly ought to be reported."
"All right, play the sneak and tell,—it's just your style."
"We can tell our side of the story," came from Chip Macklin. "We can prove that you got in our way, and that the accident wasn't our fault at all."
