CHAPTER XVII
THE BATTLE BY THE TRACKS
"What do you want?" demanded Ralph.
He did not at all look as if his hour had come, but he backed to a commanding position against the pile of ties, as half a dozen hoodlum companions of Ike Slump followed their leader into sight.
"Peel!" said Ike importantly, and he began to roll up his sleeves.
"I'm comfortable," suggested Ralph easily. "By the way, Ike, your father is looking for you."
"Never you mind about my affairs," retorted Ike. "It's you I've been waiting for, it's you I've got, and it's you I'm going to lick."
"What for?" asked Ralph.
"What for?" echoed Ike derisively—"hear him, fellows!"
"Ho! hear him!" echoed the motley crew at Ike's heels.
"I told you at the roundhouse that I'd pay you off, didn't I?" demanded Ike.
