"You're standin' on it." Long all but sprang upon him, his hands clenched, one arm just starting back for the punch while at the same instant shoulders and chest were coming forward.

But he restrained himself at sight of Billy's unstartled body and cold and cloudy ayes.

He had made no move of mind or muscle.
It was as if he were unaware of the threatened attack.

All of which constituted a new thing in Long's experience.
"Maybe you don't know who I am," he bullied.
"Yep, I do," Billy answered airily.

"You're a record-breaker at rough-housin'." (Here Long's face showed pleasure.) "You ought to have the Police Gazette diamond belt for rough-bousin' baby buggies'.