We have a right to be here, and no one else has.

We've wormed it out of you that Fred Ripley and some other fellows have come out here to torment us.

Fred Ripley has no right to come here and play mean tricks on us." "Who gave you the right to be here ?" demanded Hen sullenly.

"Wasn't it Fred Ripley's father ?" "Yes; but that gives Fred no right to be mean in the matter, and Lawyer Ripley would be the first to say so, if I went and told him." "And then you'd be 'Sneak Prescott,'" taunted Hen.
"I didn't say I was going to tell Fred's father," Dick answered, his color rising, "and I haven't any thought of it, either.

Any fellow of anywhere near my own size who calls me a sneak can have his answer--two of them," Dick went on, displaying his fists.