"Never!" The big bully drew back. "You let me alone."
Dick caught hold of Baxter once more, but now the bully hauled off and hit him a stinging blow on the chin. The eldest Rover retaliated by a blow that blackened the bully's left eye. Then they clinched and rolled on the ground.
"Hi, what's the matter here?" called out a planter, running up at this moment.
"He is a thief!" cried Dan Baxter. "Take him off of me!"
"A thief, eh?" said the planter, and he caught Dick by the arm. "Come, let him up, you rascal!"
He was a powerful man, and hauled Dick back with ease. In a trice Dan Baxter scrambled up and drew back a few paces.
"I'll get an officer," he called out, and ran off, to disappear down an alleyway between a group of negro shanties.
"Come after him," said Dick. "He is the real thief. You have blundered."
"You can't fool me, suh," said the planter firmly.
"What, won't you come after him?"
"Nary a step. I allow I know a thief when I see one."
"Do you mean that for me?"
"I surtainly do, suh."
