Plum is a—a brute. Don't waste your breath on him."
"Ho! so I am a brute, am I?" blustered the big bully, clenching his fists.
"Yes, you are," answered Roger, boldly. "Any fellow with a spark of goodness and honor in him would not speak to Dave as you have done. It simply shows up your own low-mindedness, Plum."
"Don't you preach!" shouted the bully. "Say another word, and I'll—I'll"
"We are not afraid of you," said Phil, firmly. "We've told you that before. We intend to leave you alone, and the best thing you can do is to leave us alone."
"Bah! I know you, and you can't fool me! You say one thing to my face and another behind my back. But don't you dare to say too much; and you can tell Shadow Hamilton not to say too much, either. If you do—well, there will be war, that's all—and all of you will get what you don't want!"
And with this threat, Gus Plum hurried around a corner of the school building and out of sight.
"What a cad!" murmured Phil.
"He is worked up; no disputing that," was Roger's comment. "He acts as if he was afraid something was being told that he wished to keep a secret."
The hot blood had rushed to Dave's face, and he was still trembling.
