Move on, young feller!" Fred started, glaring angrily at the speaker.

But half a dozen pressed forward about him.

Ripley's face went white with rage when he found himself being edged off the sidewalk into the gutter.
"Get back, there, you, and leave me alone!" he ordered, hoarsely.
A laugh from the crowd was the first answer.

Then some one gave the junior a shove that sent him spinning out into the street.
Ripley darted by the crowd now, his caution and his dread of too much of a scene coming to his aid.

Besides, some one had just called out, banteringly: "Why not take him to the horse trough ?" That decided Fred on quick retreat.