CHAPTER XVI
TO EVEN UP OLD SCORES
"Lie still, boy!"
"Give him a tap if he kicks, Joey!"
Frank heard these words in the greatest astonishment. Even when some one had thrust that stick and upset him, he had certainly no other idea than that the unseen enemy must be one of the Lef Seller crowd, with whom he had had so much trouble in the past.
Both voices were strange to him! More than this, he realized that he had been pounced on by two full grown men, and not boys.
"What do you mean by this?" he demanded indignantly.
He was greeted by a scornful laugh.
"What do we mean, eh, Martin? Are we playing tag, and is this feller it now? Or do we want to whisper a few words in his ear about something that has bothered us considerable of late? Hey, Martin, which is it?" mocked one of the fellows.
