struck him.

"You're gettin' mighty fine!" said Micky Maguire, surveying Dick's
new clothes with a scornful air.

There was something in his words and tone, which Dick, who was
disposed to stand up for his dignity, did not at all relish.

"Well, what's the odds if I am?" he retorted. "Does it hurt you
any?"

"See him put on airs, Jim," said Micky, turning to his companion.
"Where'd you get them clo'es?"

"Never mind where I got 'em. Maybe the Prince of Wales gave 'em to
me."

"Hear him, now, Jim," said Micky. "Most likely he stole 'em."

"Stealin' aint in _my_ line."

It might have been unconscious the emphasis which Dick placed on the
word "my." At any rate Micky chose to take offence.

"Do you mean to say _I_ steal?" he demanded, doubling up his fist,
and advancing towards Dick in a threatening manner.

"I don't say anything about it," answered Dick, by no means alarmed
at this hostile demonstration. "I know you've been to the Island
twice. P'r'aps 'twas to make a visit along of the Mayor and