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PIPETOWN SANDY

Gilbert drew himself up quickly, and a slight flush suffused his face.

Foley came closer, leaned forward with half-clenched fists, and snarled: "I hears yer laughed when my old she-cat mother wore herself out whackin' me to-day."

Gilbert looked the other boy squarely in the face, and answered: "Well, you didn't hear right; I was sorry for you."

"I don't want none of yer sorrer!" hissed the other. "D'yer hear me? I don't want none of yer sorrer, an' I gives yer to understand, she didn't hurt me, nuther."

"I thought she did," said Gilbert, looking into the sneaking eyes of the bully. "She must have, for you cried like a yellow dog."

"What d'yer mean by callin' me a yaller dog?" shouted Foley, drawing back his left as if to strike.

Gilbert surveyed the larger boy from head to foot with a look of smiling curiosity, and said gravely, "I did not say you were a yellow dog; I said you cried like a yellow dog."

"Well, it's mighty lucky fer yer that yer took'd it back, fer if yer hadn't, I'd a-punched yer head in a minit."

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