made the whole crowd buy new shoes. We ought to make you pay that bill."
"I won't pay a cent! You—you've got the new shoes."
"Well, you've got to settle with me anyway," went on Shadow, firmly. "You can take your choice of two things. If you won't explain to the whole crowd how the thing happened, and won't apologize to me, why I'm going to give you a sound thrashing, that's all."
"Humph!"
"No 'humph' about it. You can take your choice."
"I won't apologize to you, or to anybody."
"Then you'll get a sound thrashing, Nat Poole."
"I am not afraid of you!"
"You won't apologize?"
"No!"
"Very well, then. Remember, I am going to give you the thrashing of your life the very first chance I get," declared Shadow, and then, without another word he left the "den," and Dave and Phil went with him.
"Are you going to do what you just said, Shadow?" questioned Phil.
"Indeed I am! I'll teach him that he can't put off his dirty tricks on me!" declared the sleepwalker.
