"You just wait, Tom Swift! You just wait!"

"Well, I'm waiting," responded the other calmly.

"I'll get even with you," went on Andy. "You think you're smart
because you got ahead of me, but I'll get square!"

"Look here!" burst out the young inventor determinedly, taking a
step toward his antagonist, at which Andy quickly retreated, "I
don't want any more of that talk from you, Andy Foger. That's
twice you've made threats against me to-day. You put that log
across the road, and if you try anything like it for your second
attempt I'll make you wish you hadn't. That applies to you, too,
Sam," he added, glancing at the other lad.

"I--I ain't gone' to do nothin'," declared Sam.

"I told Andy not to put that tree--"

"Keep still, can't you!" shouted the bully. "Come on. We'll get
even with him, that's all," he muttered as he went back into the
bushes where the auto was. Andy cranked up and he and his crony
getting into the car were about to start off.

"Hold on!" cried Tom. "You'll take that log from across the road
or I'll have you arrested for obstructing traffic, and that's a
serious offense."

"I'm goin' to take it away!" growled Andy. "Give a fellow a show
can't you?"