"
"That's because you've got a new shirt, is it?" sneered Mike.
"It isn't mine."
"That's what I thought. Who did you steal it from?"
"Do you mean to insult me, Mike Donovan?" demanded Paul,
angrily.
"Just as you like," said Mike, independently.
"If you want to know why I don't want to have anything to do with
you, I will tell you."
"Tell ahead."
"Because you're a thief."
"If you say that again, I'll lick you," said Mike, reddening with
anger.
"It's true. You stole my basket of candy the other day, and that
isn't the only time you've been caught stealing."
"I'll give you the worst licking you ever had. Do you want to
fight?" said Mike, flourishing his fist.
"No, I don't," said Paul. "Some time when I haven't a bundle,
I'll accommodate you."
"You're a coward!" sneered Mike, gaining courage as he saw Paul
was not disposed for an encounter.
"I don't think I am," said Paul, coolly.
"I'll hold your shirt," said Mike's companion, with a grin, "if
you want to fight."
Paul, however, did not care to intrust the shirt to a stranger of
so unprepossessing an appearance.
He, therefore, attempted to pass on. But Mike, encouraged by his
reluctance, stepped up and shook his fist within an inch of
Paul's nose, calling him at the same time a coward.
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