Then both young men stood at a safe distance.
"We'll fix you for this!" roared Flockley.

"We don't know who you are, but we'll find out, and--" "Maybe you want a thrashing right now," came from Tom impulsively.
"I'm in fighting trim, if you want to know it." And he stepped out of the house, with Sam at his heels.

Dick followed.

At this hostile movement Flockley and Koswell turned and walked hurriedly out of the garden and down the country road, a row of trees soon hiding them from view.
"They are as mad as hornets," observed Sam.

"If they belong anywhere near Ashton we'll have to look out for them." "Right you are," answered Tom.