"We"ll make him own up to it. n.o.body else would play such a mean trick."
The two boys were in no happy frame of mind as they rowed back to Riverport. They suspected that Bob Bangs would keep out of their sight, but just as they were landing they caught sight of him peering at them from behind a dock building.
"There he is!" cried Jack. "After him, Randy!"
"Right you are!" answered our hero, and ran after Bob Bangs with might and main. Randy was a good sprinter and although the rich youth tried to get away he was soon brought to a halt.
"Let go of me!" he roared, as Randy caught him by the collar.
"Not just yet, Bob Bangs!" returned Randy. "A fine trick you played this afternoon."
"I didn"t play any trick!"
"Yes, you did."
"I didn"t! Let me go!" And now Bob Bangs did his best to get away. He saw that Randy and Jack were thoroughly angry and was afraid he was in for a drubbing--or worse. He gave a jerk and then started to run. Randy put out his foot and the big youth went sprawling full length, his face violently striking the ground.
CHAPTER V
THE RESULT OF A QUARREL
If any boy was ever humiliated it was Bob Bangs. His face and hands were covered with dust and so was his elegant suit of clothing, while the skin was cut on the side of his nose.
"Now, see what you have done!" he spluttered, gazing ruefully at himself. "My suit is just about ruined!"
"And it serves you right, Bob Bangs," came warmly from Jack.
"That is what you get for trying to run away," added our hero.
"I"ll have the law on you, Randy Thompson!"
"Maybe I"ll have the law on you, Bob Bangs!"
"You had no right to throw me down in that fashion."
"Then why did you start to run away?"
"Because I didn"t want to stay here--and you had no right to stop me."
"We wanted to know about this berry affair," said Jack. "And about the dirty boat."
"I don"t know what you are talking about," answered the big boy, but his face showed his concern.
"You put mud in my boat and spilled our berries."
"Who says I did that?"
"We know you did."
"Did you see us?"
"No, but we know you did it and n.o.body else."
"You can"t prove it," answered Bob, and now his face showed a sign of relief. He had been afraid that there had been a witness of his evil-doing.
"Perhaps we can," said Randy. "Bob Bangs, I think you are the meanest boy in Riverport!" he continued, with spirit.
"I don"t care what you think, Randy Thompson. Who are you, anyway? The son of a poor carpenter. Why, you haven"t got a decent suit of clothing to your back!"
"For shame, Bob!" broke in Jack. "Randy is a good fellow, even if he is poor."
"Well, if you think he is so good you can go with him. But I don"t want to a.s.sociate with such a low fellow," went on the big youth, as he started to brush himself off with a silk handkerchief.
"So I am a low fellow, am I?" said Randy, in a steady voice, and coming up close to Bob, who promptly began to back away.
"Ye--as, you--you are," stammered the rich youth.
"I"ve a good mind to knock you down for saying it, Bob Bangs. I am not as low as you."
"Humph!"
"I would never do the low things you have done. It was a mean, contemptible trick that you played on Jack and me. By right you ought to be made to scrub out the boat and pay for the berries you spoiled."
"Bah! I won"t touch the boat, and I won"t pay a cent."
"Then you admit that you are guilty?"
"I admit that I had some fun, at your expense, yes," answered Bob Bangs. "You can"t do anything to me, though, for you can"t prove it against me."
"That means, if you were brought up into court, you would lie about it," said Randy.
"Humph! You needn"t get so personal, Randy Thompson."
"For two pins, do you know what I would do, Bob Bangs?"
"What?"
"I"d give you a good thrashing," and Randy pulled up his sleeves, as if he meant to begin operations at once.
"No! no! Don"t you--you dare to touch me!" gasped the rich boy, in alarm. "If you do, I"ll--I"ll have the law on you!"
"And we"ll have the law on you."
Bob Bangs was more alarmed than ever. He saw that Randy was ready to pitch into him on the instant. He looked around, saw an opening, and darted away at his best speed.