He had not forgotten the last occasion on which they had met in the woods, when Frank defeated his cruel designs upon poor Pomp.

There was not much likelihood that he would forget it very soon.
"I can't understand John," thought Frank.

"The other boys will get mad and get over it before the next day; John broods over it for weeks.
I really believe he hates me.

But, of course, I couldn't act any differently.

I wasn't going to stand by and see Pomp beaten.