"He is not fighting me fairly."
"What do you mean?" blustered Mumps.
"Don't find fault because he knocked you down," added another of
the bully's cronies.
"I say he is not fighting fair," repeated Dick Stoutly. "He has
something in each hand."
At this unexpected announcement Dan Baxter started back and
changed color. Then of a sudden he placed both hands into his
trouser pockets.
"He is putting the things out of sight!" cried Tom, who saw
through the bully's intentions.
"Come, Baxter, show us what you had."
"I didn't have anything," growled the bully. "If you say I had
I'll punch your head off. This is only a ruse to, let Dick gain
time to get his wind."
"That's it!" cried Mumps. "Go at him, Dan, and finish him!"
"Baxter daren't turn out his pockets," said Sam, "Do it if you
dare."
"There is what I have in them," answered the bully, pulling a
trunk key from one pocket and some small change from the other.
"Perhaps you'll say I was fighting with these in my hands."
"Turn the pockets, out!" demanded Dick.
"Yes, turn 'ern out!" added Fred, and dozen others took up the
cry.
"I won't do it," growled Baxter, but it was plain to see that he
was growing uneasy.
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