Though he stood still, he thrust his repulsive, leering face forward, as though to offer that face as the best mark.
Harry found that he could not stand straight---the pain in his injured foot was now too intense.
"Get back with you!" ordered Harry.

"Get back if you don't want a heap worse than you gave me." "Ha, ha! Ho, ho!" came the sneering laugh.

Then the stranger reached out his hands as though to seize the youth.
"I guess I'll have to do it---though not because I really want to hurt you!" muttered Harry ruefully.
"Ha, ha! Ho, ho!" There could be no question that the unknown was merely playing with him.
Little as he liked to make the ugly throw Harry knew that he had to do it.
When Hazelton had anything to do he believed in doing it well.

So, putting all possible force into his throw, Harry let the rock fragment fly, and this time he was sure that his enemy would not be able to dodge in time.
Nor did the black man make any seeming effort to dodge.
Bump! Squarely in the black face the rock landed.

Harry heard the sound and felt ill within himself.