The blue receded from the older boy's lips. He had a fine, sensitive face. "I can fight," he replied. "But I fight fellows and not snakes or worms." Jim nodded as he pulled off the last sucker. Then he turned to the boys, his hand still on Charlie's arm. He spoke in his usual drawl: "They's a difference between hazing a fellow and torturing him. Some mighty gritty people can't stand snakes or suckers. You kids ought to use sense. Who started this?" The biggest boy in the crowd, Fatty Allen, answered: "I did. And if your father hadn't just died I'd lick the stuffing out of you, Still, for butting in." A shout of derision went up from the boys. Jim's lips tightened. "You lick the new kid first," he answered, "then tackle me. Get after him, Charlie!" Charlie, quite himself again, leaped toward Fatty and the battle was on. There had been, unknown to the boys, an interested spectator to this entire scene. Just as Charlie's screams had begun, a heavy set man, ruddy and well dressed, with iron gray hair and black lashed, blue eyes, had paused beside a pine tree. It was a vividly beautiful picture that he saw; the pine set pool, rush and pad fringed, and the naked boys, now gathered about the struggling two near the ancient springboard. One of the smaller boys, moving about to get a better view of the battle, came within arm reach of the stranger, who clutched him. "Who's this boy they call Still?" he asked. "Stand up here on this stump. I'll brace you." The small boy heaved a sigh of ecstasy at his unobstructed view. "It's Still Jim Manning. His father just got killed. He's boss of our gang." "But he's not the biggest," said the stranger. "Naw, he ain't the biggest, but he can make the fellows mind. He don't talk much but what he says goes." "Can he lick the big fellow?" "Who? Fatty Allen? Bet your life! Still's built like steel wire." "What did he start this fight for?" asked the man. "Aw, can't you see they'd never let up on this new kid after he bellered so, unless he licked Fatty? Gee! What a wallop! That Charlie kid is going to lick whey out of Fatty." "So Still is boss?" mused the stranger. "Could he stop that fight, now?" "Sure," answered the child, "but he wouldn't." "We'll see," said the stranger. He crossed over to the ring of boys and touched Jim on the shoulder. "I want to speak to you, Manning." Jim looked at the stranger in astonishment, then answered awkwardly, "Can you wait? I've got to referee this fight." "You will have to come now," said the man. "Your mother said to come back at once, with me." Jim walked into the ring, between the two combatants. "Drop it, fellows. I've got to go home. We'll finish this fight tomorrow. Fatty can tackle me then, too."