The High School Boys' Fishing Trip by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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"Then I'll see what I can do to punish you all!" flared Bert hotly.
"You're none of you any better than a lot of low-lived thieves!" The situation was growing too warm for Dave Darrin, though Dick was still smiling. Darry jumped to his feet, advancing upon Bert Dodge, who retreated a couple of steps. "Dodge," Dave began, "you want to put a halter on your tongue. You can't come here to this camp and call too many names. You don't amount to much, of course, and nothing that you know how to say should be treated very seriously. It would be hard for a rascal like yourself to be really insulting to anyone possessed of the average degree of honor. But we came up here for pleasure and rest. Both your face and your voice---not particularly your words---are disturbing. If those are your tires, kindly take them and get out of camp!" "You fellows will carry the tires back to the road, and you'll put them on the wheels," retorted Dodge hoarsely. "As Dick has already told you, we'll do nothing of the sort," Dave flashed back at him. "All we want, Dodge, is for you to get out of this camp. Incidentally, if you want the tires, we shall offer no objections to your taking them with you." "What have you to say to that?" demanded Bert hotly, turning to the man with the stubby red mustache. |
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