On the way several could not resist the temptation to pick up some snow and throw it at each other.
"Hi, you stop that!" roared Reff Ritter, as a snowball took him in the neck.

"Who threw that ?" he demanded; but nobody answered him.

"I believe it was you, Ditmore!" he went on, turning an ugly look on Pepper.
"That's one for tampering with our bicycles, Ritter," retorted Pepper.
It was a chance shot, taken on the spur of the moment, but it told.

Reff Ritter started and turned pale.
"Who--er--told you I--er--tampered with your bicycles ?" he stammered.
"Never mind who told me, Ritter.

We are going to get square with you, and don't you forget it." "Who said I touched 'em ?" grumbled the bully.
"Never mind about that." "You are trying to corner me, that what's you are up to!" grumbled Ritter.