This aroused the ire of a rival newsboy a few feet away.
"Get away from here!" he exclaimed, scowling at Jack.
"What for ?" said Jack.
"This is my stand." "Keep it, then.

This is mine," retorted Jack, composedly.
"I don't allow no other newsboys in this block," said the other.
"Don't you?
You ain't the city government, are you ?" "I don't want any of your impudence.

Clear out!" "Clear out yourself!" "I'll give you a lickin'!" "Perhaps you will when you're able." Jack spoke manfully; but the fact was that the other boy probably was able, being three years older, and as many inches taller.
Jack kept on crying his papers, and his opponent, incensed at the contemptuous disregard of his threats, advanced toward him, and, taking Jack unawares, pushed him off the sidewalk with such violence that he nearly fell flat.

Jack felt that the time for action had arrived.

He dropped his papers temporarily on the sidewalk, and, lowering his head, butted against his young enemy with such force as to double him up, and seat him, gasping for breath, on the sidewalk.