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Ted laughed; and the tough made a motion to spring over the fence. "Baizley!" said Will. And the fellow paused. "Go slow, now!" continued Will, with an amiable smile, but with a significant look in his eye. "I dare say you'd sooner fight than eat, but you'd better go home to your supper just now. Anyway, you mustn't come in here, for I don't want to be bothered!"
Ted and I will each take a good, big club, and if, as we think, it is Will Hen Baizley, we'll give him a pounding that will keep him civil for a while." "But what if he should have some ruffians with him?" urged the mother. "Well, just to be safe, I'll take my gun, so as to be able to give them a scare, you know.
"Well," said Mr. Hand, "I'll see that he is taken care of for a good while in the penitentiary. Tie him up so he can't make trouble, and we'll drive him right over to the jail now." Baizley could not be induced to utter a word, so he was put into the wagon, where Hutchings held him while Mr. Hand took the reins. As he bid good night, Mr.
What d'you take me for, you old duffer?" "Well," said Will, good-humoredly, "whom do you expect to catch?" "Is your head so taken up with scientific musings that you haven't noticed how, lately, Will Hen Baizley has taken to going home this way every afternoon, instead of by the short cut over the back road?
So occupied was the latter with his nefarious task that he heard nothing till the boys were within ten feet of him. Then he started up, and raised his spade threateningly. "Drop that, Baizley, or I'll blow a hole in you!" cried Will, springing at his neck. At this instant the silent figure flung itself adroitly off the dike, dropping the spade and eluding Will's grasp.
"Do you want to fight?" queried Will Hen Baizley, defiantly, but at the same time withdrawing from the fence. "I can lick you out o' yer skin!" "But I don't want to be licked out of my skin, thank you, not this evening!" responded Will, sweetly. "Yer dars'n't come out here an' stand up to me," said the tough.
"He said he wanted to come and see you, William. He was anxious to give you a kiss; and he's got a lot of pebbles and his favorite jackknife stowed away in a little box, to give you when he sees you!" And Mr. Hand laughed genially. He was prepared to talk all night on the subject of Toddles. "And what has become of that ruffian Baizley?" asked Mrs. Carter.
"No nonsense, now," said Will, in a voice that carried conviction, at the same time tapping the fellow's cranium lightly with his club. "If you don't want the life half pounded out of you, keep still!" The fellow lay quiet, only gasping: "Don't choke me!" Will relaxed his grip, and then exclaimed to Ted, in astonishment: "Why, it ain't Baizley!"
When Will reached home Ted met him at the gate with a cry of surprise and commiseration. "What in the world have you been doing to your face?" he questioned. "Thrashing Baizley!" said Will, tersely. Ted's exclamations had brought Mrs. Carter to the door in time to hear Will's reply. She was alarmed at the sight of Will's swollen and discolored features; and her alarm made her angry.
Mind you, now, if I catch you, or hear of you abusing a youngster again, it's in jail you'll certainly be!" As Baizley slunk away, Mr. Hand came up with Toddles in his arms. The little one was still shaking with sobs, and his tear-stained face looked so white and pitiful that Will felt like going after Baizley and giving him another thrashing.
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