The young ruffian now placed himself in front of Bobby, and shook his clenched fist in his face.
"Hand over." "No, I won't.

You have no claim to any part of the money; at least, I think you have not.

If you have a mind to leave it out to Squire Lee, I will do what is right about it." "Not I; hand over, or I'll smash your head!" "Smash away," replied Bobby, placing himself on the defensive.
"Do you think you can lick me ?" asked Tom, not a little embarrassed by this exhibition of resolution on the part of his companion.
"I don't think anything about it; but you don't bully me in that kind of style." "Won't I ?" "No." But Tom did not immediately put his threat in execution, and Bobby would not be the aggressor; so he stepped one side to pass his assailant.

Tom took this as an evidence of the other's desire to escape, and struck him a heavy blow on the side of the head.

The next instant the bully was floundering in the soft mud of a ditch; Bobby's reply was more than Tom had bargained for, and while he was dragging himself out of the ditch, our hero ran down to the river, and got his fish pole and basket.
"You'll catch it for that!" growled Tom.
"I'm all ready, whenever it suits your convenience," replied Bobby.
"Just come out here and take it in fair fight," continued Tom, who could not help bullying, even in the midst of his misfortune.
"No, I thank you; I don't want to fight with any fellow.