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"It wasn't Will that fixed the trap, anyway," said Ted. "It was me, and Will never saw it till he came up the hill just now!" "O, 'twas you, was it!" remarked Will Hen Baizley. "I see, I see! Thought yer'd git square, eh? So it was me you expected to see flounderin' in that there old tub! I've 'most a mind to lick you fur it right now!"
Then they detected a shadowy figure making for the place where they had last been at work. "He's alone!" whispered Ted. "Shall we jump on him?" "Hold on; wait till he gets to work," said Will. "Then, if we catch him in the act, he can't make any excuse, but just take his medicine like a man!" "It's Baizley, eh?" murmured Ted.
He was choking with indignant pity, and found himself on the fence and half way across the field before he could yell: "Drop that, you brute!" Baizley was too much occupied to hear or heed. He was just about to duck the little one a second time when Will arrived.
The bully reeled under a blow between the eyes, and fell headlong. For a moment he did not stir. Then he began to gather himself up. "Have you had enough?" inquired Will. "Yes, I've quit!" growled Baizley. "You are a contemptible, cowardly brute," continued Will, "and it's in jail you ought to be.
I never could have believed it if I had'nt seen it with my own eyes!" "Now, Mr. Hand, you'll make me vain, if you don't stop," laughed Will. "You wouldn't think Baizley was just nowhere if you could have seen Will's face when he came home that morning," interrupted Ted. But Mr. Hand was now on the track he had laid down for himself, and would not be switched off.
It was another lad altogether that little surprise party was intended for!" And Will grinned mysteriously. "Mebbe 'twas me you was after!" suggested Will Hen Baizley, with a snarl. "I wouldn't bother my head about who it was intended for, if I were you," said Will, in a good-natured voice. "Ef't had been me stidder old Hand, I'd 'a' broke every bone in yer carkus," growled Baizley.
On a bit of level, dry turf Will faced his big antagonist. Baizley was heavy of build, strong of arm, and not without some knowledge of the pugilistic art. He was also a little taller than Will. To the casual glance the latter appeared no match for him.
With one hand Will seized the child by the petticoats, and with the other dealt the ruffian a blow in the mouth that staggered him and made him release his victim. Will had just time to drop the little fellow to one side and put up his guard when Baizley was upon him with a curse.
As for Will Hen Baizley, he was impressed by Will's confidence and coolness so much that he did not really wish just then to try conclusions with him. Therefore he contented himself with repeating his taunt of "you dars'n't!" and swaggered slowly away. The boys went into the house. They found their mother in high good humor. She felt that she had come off victorious in the encounter with Mr.
Along the foot of the field ran a clear trout brook, into which it was evidently the intention to drain a little swamp which lay further up the slope. Near where Baizley was digging, the brook widened out into a sandy-bottomed, sunny pool, in which the minnows were always darting and flickering. Not far off stood the house of Mr.
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