The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow.

Neither boy spoke.

If one moved, the other moved--but only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all the time.

Finally Tom said: "I can lick you!" "I'd like to see you try it." "Well, I can do it." "No you can't, either." "Yes I can." "No you can't." "I can." "You can't." "Can!" "Can't!" An uncomfortable pause.

Then Tom said: "What's your name ?" "'Tisn't any of your business, maybe." "Well I 'low I'll MAKE it my business." "Well why don't you ?" "If you say much, I will." "Much--much--MUCH.