a sneer.

"You'd better get out of the way," went on Bert quietly. "I want to
sprinkle that flower bed near where you are, and if you'll there
you might get wet, and it wouldn't be my fault."

"I'll fix you!" growled Danny, springing forward. Bert got ready
with the hose, and there might have been more trouble, except that
Sam, the colored man, came out on the lawn. He saw that something
out of the ordinary was going on, and breaking into a run he called
out:

"Am anyt'ing de mattah, Massa Bert? Am yo' habin' trouble wif
anybody?"

"Well, I guess it's all over now," said Bert, as he saw Danny turn
and walk toward the gate.

"If yo' need any help, jest remembah dat I'm around," spoke Sam,
with a wide grin that showed his white teeth in his black, but
kindly face. "I'll be right handy by, Massa Bert, yes, I will!"

"All right," said Bert, as he went on watering the flowers.

"Huh! You needn't think I'm afraid of you!" boasted Danny, but he
kept on out of the gate just the same. Sam went back to his work,
of weeding the vegetable garden and Bert watered the flowers.
Pretty soon Freddie came back.

"Did--did Danny do anything to you?" the little fellow wanted to