of his class. There was good red blood
in Professor Raymond.
"That 'not yet' was a good one," grinned Billy Burton. "I see a whole
lot of trouble coming in the near future."
"I shouldn't wonder," answered Fred, who was firmly convinced in his own
mind that Andy would still force him to give him the thrashing that he
needed.
"And I guess that most of the trouble will be for Andy," said Slim. "Did
you notice how he tried to crawfish just now? And how glad he was to see
the prof coming? It was a life-saver for Andy."
"Yes," laughed Billy, "he reminded me of two fellows that got into a
fight. Half a dozen men rushed in, crying, 'hold them, stop them.' The
fellow who had been getting the worst of it hollered out: 'That's right,
boys, five of you hold him. One'll be enough to hold me.'"
"It sure wouldn't have needed many to hold Andy back," chuckled Slim.
As the days passed on, however, the affair simmered down and perhaps
would have died a natural death, if a bit of mischief on Teddy's part
had not revived it.
Andy, one day, brought out on the campus a placard, on which was written
"Kick me." A bent pin at the top enabled him to fasten it to the coat of
some unsuspecting boy. Then Andy would give him a vigorous kick, and
when the victim protested, would show him the invitation.
Under ordinary conditions it would only have been a harmless joke, and
would have been taken in good part. But Andy's vicious nature and love
for causing pain made him kick so hard and cruelly that his victims felt
rage and resentment. But as he carefully chose only the smaller boys,
they did not dare to retaliate.
But after a while they were all on their guard, and the brave Andy,
seeing no more worlds to conquer, laid the placard on a bench and forgot
it.
Teddy caught sight of it, and the impulse seized him to give the bully a
taste of his own medicine. He slipped up behind him and fastened the
card to his coat amid the awestruck silence of those who saw him.
Bill Garwood, who had seen with indignation what Andy had been doing,
promptly accepted the invitation. He swung his foot and it landed fair
on Shanks, who turned with a roar of rage.
"What did you do that for?" he howled.
"Because you asked me to," said Bill, deftly unhooking the placard and
showing it to him.
"Ted Rushton put that on you," shrilled Sid Wilton, who came hurrying
up. "I saw him do it."
Bill was husky, while Teddy was smaller, and Shanks, true t
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