You could have made the team if you hadn't been foolish." "Don't insult me with your opinions fellow!" cried Bayliss, growing angrier every instant.

At least, he appeared to be working him self up into a rage.
"Oh, I don't care anything about your opinions, and I have no anxiety to spring mine on you," retorted Dick, in an indifferent voice.

Once more he fumbled for his latch key.
"You haven't any business talking with gentlemen, anyway," sneered Bert Dodge.
Dick flushed slightly, though he replied, coolly: "As it happens, just at present I am not!" "What do you mean by that ?" flared Bert.
"Oh, you know, you don't care anything about my opinions," laughed Dick.

"Let us drop the whole subject.

I don't care particularly, anyway, about being seen talking with you two." "Oh, you don't ?" cried Bayliss, in a voice hoarse with rage.
In almost the same breath Bert Dodge hurled an insult so pointed and so offensive that Dick's ruddy cheek went white for an instant.
Back into his pocket he dropped the latch key, then stepped swiftly down before his tormentor.
"Dodge," he cried warningly, "take back the remark you just made.
Then, after that, you can take your offensive presence out of my sight!" "I'll take nothing back!" sneered the other boy.
"Then you'll take this!" retorted Dick, very quietly, in a cold, low voice.
Prescott's fist flew out.