"I think I remember."
"Well, I'm going to do it."
"Here? And now?"
"Precisely."
"You insist that I've done something to be paid off for?"
"Yes, You insulted me."
"How?"
This was a poser. Ike was silent.
"Tell you, Slump," said Ralph, setting down his dinner pail. "You're just spoiling to do something mean. I never did you an injury, and I would like to do you some good, if I could. You're in bad company. You had better leave it and go home to your father. If you won't take advice, and are bound to force me to the wall—why, I'll do my share."
At Ralph's allusion to the company Ike kept, two of the biggest of his cohorts sprang forward.
"Your turn later," said Ike. "This is my personal affair just now."
"You will force things?" questioned Ralph calmly.
"What! Do you mean will I let you off? Nixy! No baby act, Fairbanks! Peel, and put up your fists."
"Very well," said Ralph. "I think I can manage you with my coat on."
