Hastily casting his eyes over the group that surrounded him, he
discovered that Frank and Harry, the ones he most feared, were still
absent. This was exactly what he had wished for. With the assistance
of his companions, the Rangers, who, he was confident, would uphold
him, he could settle up all old scores, without fear of suffering in
return.
Addressing himself to James, he continued, in an insulting tone,
"We don't go to get the game to _eat_, you blockhead, but only for
the sport of killing it."
"I know that," answered James, in a mild voice, not the least
disconcerted by the other's furious manner; "but wouldn't it be better
to--"
"Shut up!" shouted Charles. "I'll do just as I please. Besides, I
never allow any one to dictate to me."
"I didn't intend to dictate at all, Charley. I was going to say--"
"Are you going to keep still," roared the bully, "or shall I make
you?"
And he began to advance toward James.
"See here, old fellow," said Ben. Lake, suddenly striding up, and
placing himself directly in front of Charles, "don't begin another
fight, now.
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