"Of all the fools" began Link Merwell, and then stopped short as a heavy hand was suddenly laid on his shoulder. "Dave Porter!"
"Merwell, I want to talk to you," said Dave, in a cold, hard tone that caused the big bully to start. "Come with me."
"Oh, Dave" began Plum, and his face was red from confusion.
"Let me do the talking—and acting, Gus."
"Did you—er—hear what was said?"
"I heard enough. Now, Merwell, come with me."
"Where to?"
"Away from this roadhouse."
"What for?"
"I'll tell you that later."
"Supposing I refuse to come?" Dave's manner began to make the bully feel uncomfortable. He felt that something very unusual was about to happen.
"If you don't come, I'll make you."
"Will you?" The bully tried to put a sneer in the question, but failed.
"I will. Now, are you coming or not?" And Dave doubled up his fists and drew back his right arm.
"Going to fight?"
"No; I am going to give you the worst licking any boy at Oak Hall ever got."
