Give Hen Dutcher a little time and he'll let it all out himself, without meaning to do it." "Sa-ay, weren't--weren't you stringing me about--Mr.Fits ?" Hen questioned.
"Say, you fellows--hustle!" breathed Greg excitedly, as he joined the crowd.

"There's Mr.Fits over at the corner opposite.

There--he's turning and running down Abbott Street!" Like a shot the crowd of boys wheeled and was off in chase.

But Hen didn't go with them.

Toby Ross, who brought up the rear, saw young Dutcher turn and speed homeward as fast as his legs would carry him..