Outward Bound - Or, Young America Afloat by Oliver Optic
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votes of the fellows, and I'll blow the whole thing higher than a kite."
"You'll catch it if you do," said Wilton, in a threatening tone. "Catch what?" demanded Kendall, with a very pretty exhibition of dignity. "Bob Shuffles will give it to you." "Give what to me?" "Give you the biggest licking you ever had in your life," answered Wilton, angrily, "You are so stupid, you can't understand anything." "I think I can understand the licking, when if comes. That's a game that two can play at." "What do you mean, you little bantam? Do you think you can whip Bob Shuffles?" "I had no idea of whipping him; and I have no idea of his whipping me, either." Kendall was spunky. Wilton could make nothing of him by threats or persuasion; and he turned away from him to seek a more promising field of labor. Kendall took off his cap, scratched his head as he reflected upon the event which had just transpired, and made up his mind that it was an insult to an independent elector to attempt to buy his vote with the paltry consideration of an office. He was sorry that he had been even tempted by the proposition of the wire-pullers, and thankful that |
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