"You can't
pull the wool over people's eyes here like you did there."
"I have no more intention of pulling wool than I have of painting
anything red," answered Dave, as calmly as before. He could see that
Link was in a bad humor and spoiling for a fight.
"I said I was going to get square with you, and I am," continued the
bully, loudly.
"You keep your distance, Link Merwell," answered Dave, and now his tone
was sharper. "Don't forget what I did at Oak Hall. If you want another
thrashing like that I can give it to you."
"Get out! Don't you talk to me!" howled Link. "You attacked me when I
was sick!" He spoke in a loud voice, for the benefit of the cowboys and
others who were gathering around. The train had started away and was
soon out of sight among the hills.
"You were as well as you ever were," answered Dave.
"What's the row, Link?" asked Hank Snogger, as he pushed his way to the
front.
"Here's a fellow used to go to school with me. I've got it in for him,
and I've a good mind to give him a thrashing."
"You put your hand on me, and you'll take the consequences," said Dave.
"I didn't come here to fight, but I can defend myself."
"You don't want to fight, do you, Dave?" asked Sid Todd, in a low voice.
To him it looked as if the Crumville lad might be no match for Merwell,
who was larger and heavier.
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