Then he flung him loose and stood facing the cowering boy.
"Now stand back and keep away from me, for I'm afraid I'll kill you!" "What have I done ?" cringed Bart, shielding his face with his elbow as if to ward off a blow.

The suddenness of the attack had stunned him.
"Don't ask me, you whelp, or I'll strangle you.

Look at me! That's what you been up to, is it ?" Bart straightened himself, and made some show of resistance.

His breath was coming back to him.
"I haven't done anything--and if I did--" "You lie! Martha's back from Trenton and Lucy told her.

You never thought of me.