The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake - Or the Hermit of Fern Island by Margaret Penrose
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"Well," he exclaimed, "that's too bad. I must get a match." At this Ed stepped to the door to ask for a box, while Peters hurried down the steps to look for the missing trinket. When Ed came back with a light Peters was looking industriously for the purse, but declared he had not seen it. "Now see here, Peters," cried Ed angrily. "You have picked up that purse, and I want you to hand it right over here," and Ed dropped the cloak from his shoulders. "If you don't I'll teach you a lesson." "Oh, you will, eh?" sneered the man. "Well you'd better get at it, kid," and with that he struck Ed a tantalizing blow on the cheek. Ed clutched the man by the arm. By this time the confusion had been heard within doors, and the other boys hurried out. "What's up?" asked Jack, just as Ed, with all his strength, almost bent the older man over backward. Jim Peters was fairly roaring now. He was strong, but this young giant was a surprise to him, and after the way of the cowardly class, as soon as he found out he would be bested he "quit," and begged off. "Hand me back that purse," demanded Ed. "I know you've got it as well as if I had seen you take it." |
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