So you may pass on your way, Mister Reade, and I'll
mind my own business while you mind yours."
"Good!" smiled Tom amiably. "That's just the arrangement I've
been trying to get you to pledge yourself to. Mind your own business,
after this, just as you've promised. Don't play the brute with
small boys."
"You needn't think you can boss me, Mister Reade," sneered Leon,
a dangerous look again coming into his eyes. "I've told you that
I won't take that kind of talk from you."
"You'll have to listen to it, just as long as you stay in camp,"
Reade answered. "I don't want to be disagreeable with any man, and
never am when I can avoid it. But there are certain things I won't
have done here. One of them is the bullying of small boys by big
fellows like you. Do I make myself plain?"
"So plain," Leon answered, very quietly, as one hand traveled
back to the butt of the revolver hanging over his right hip, "that
I give you just ten seconds, Mister Reade, to get away and do
your talking in another part of the camp.
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