his party, you think it smart to throw snowballs at the girls!"
As he spoke Dave ran closer and suddenly gave the money-lender's son a shove that sent him backwards in the snow.
"Hi, you let me alone!" burst out Nat, in alarm. "It ain't fair to knock me down!"
By this time Dave's chums had reached the scene, and seeing Nat down they gave their attention to the two others. They saw that they were roughs who hung around the railroad station and the saloons of Crumville. Without waiting, Ben threw a cane to Roger and sailed in, and the senator's son followed. Both of the roughs received several severe blows and were then glad enough to slink away in the darkness.
When Nat got up he was thoroughly angry. He had hired the roughs to help him and now they had deserted the cause. He glared at Dave.
"You let me alone, Dave Porter!" he cried.
"Not just yet, Nat," replied our hero, and catching up a handful of loose snow, he forced it down inside of the other's collar. Then the other lads pitched in, too, and soon Nat found himself down once more and all but covered with snow, which got down his neck, in his ears and nose, and even into his mouth.
"Now then, don't you dare to throw snowballs
