"Who says I did that?" "We know you did." "Did you see us?" "No, but we know you did it and nobody else." "You can't prove it," answered Bob, and now his face showed a sign of relief. He had been afraid that there had been a witness of his evil-doing. "Perhaps we can," said Randy. "Bob Bangs, I think you are the meanest boy in Riverport!" he continued, with spirit. "I don't care what you think, Randy Thompson. Who are you, anyway? The son of a poor carpenter. Why, you haven't got a decent suit of clothing to your back!" "For shame, Bob!" broke in Jack. "Randy is a good fellow, even if he is poor." "Well, if you think he is so good you can go with him. But I don't want to associate with such a low fellow," went on the big youth, as he started to brush himself off with a silk handkerchief. "So I am a low fellow, am I?" said Randy, in a steady voice, and coming up close to Bob, who promptly began to back away. "Ye--as, you--you are," stammered the rich youth. "I've a good mind to knock you down for saying it, Bob Bangs. I am not as low as you." "Humph!" "I would never do the low things you have done. It was a mean, contemptible trick that you played on Jack and me. By right you ought to be made to scrub out the boat and pay for the berries you spoiled." "Bah! I won't touch the boat, and I won't pay a cent." "Then you admit that you are guilty?" "I admit that I had some fun, at your expense, yes," answered Bob Bangs. "You can't do anything to me, though, for you can't prove it against me." "That means, if you were brought up into court, you would lie about it," said Randy. "Humph! You needn't get so personal, Randy Thompson." "For two pins, do you know what I would do, Bob Bangs?" "What?" "I'd give you a good thrashing," and Randy pulled up his sleeves, as if he meant to begin operations at once. "No! no! Don't you--you dare to touch me!" gasped the rich boy, in alarm. "If you do, I'll--I'll have the law on you!" "And we'll have the law on you." Bob Bangs was more alarmed than ever. He saw that Randy was ready to pitch into him on the instant. He looked around, saw an opening, and darted away at his best speed. "Let him go--the big coward," called out Jack, for Randy had started after the rich boy. "We can settle with him another time." "What a mean chap!" cried Randy. "I never saw his equal, never!" Bob Bangs ran a distance of several rods. Then, seeing a clod of dirt lying in the road, he picked it up and hurled it at the boys. He was not a good thrower, but as luck would have it the clod struck Randy on the shoulder, some of the dirt spattering up into his ear. "Ha! ha! That's the time you got it!" sang out the rich boy, gleefully. "And this is the time you are going to get it," returned Randy, and made a dash after him. Seeing this, Jack followed after the pair. [Illustration: RANDY CAUGHT BOB BANGS BY THE ARM AND THREW HIM OVER.]