"I'll tell you what I will do, if you think I ought to share with
you. I will leave it out to Squire Lee; and if he thinks you ought to
have half, or any part of the money, I will give it to you."
"No, you don't; you want to get me into a scrape for hooking jack. I
see what you are up to."
"I will state the case to him without telling him who the boys are."
"No, you don't! You want to be mean about it. Come, hand over half the
money."
"I will not," replied Bobby, who, when it became a matter of
compulsion, could stand his ground at any peril.
"How much have you got?"
"Thirty-five dollars."
"By jolly! And you mean to keep it all yourself?"
"I mean to give it to my mother."
"No, you won't! If you are going to be mean about it, I'll smash your
head!"
This was a favorite expression with Tom Spicer, who was a noted bully
among the boys of Riverdale. The young ruffian now placed himself in
front of Bobby, and shook his clenched fist in his face.
"Hand over."
"No, I won't. You have no claim to any part of the money; at least, I
think you have not. If you have a mind to leave it out to Squire Lee,
I will do what is right about it.
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