"Hey, Stubbs!" cried Hal, laughing at the predicament in which Chester
found himself, "what's the matter that you've turned so pugnacious all of
a sudden? Getting to be a regular fighter, aren't you?"
"Well, he was just about to swat me," declared Stubbs.
Chester had now picked himself up and advanced upon Stubbs,
threateningly.
"Say!" he exclaimed; "what do you mean by using your head as a battering
ram on me?"
"I told you to keep away," returned Stubbs.
"I know you did; but that's no sign you should try to kill me. I wasn't
going to hurt you."
"Maybe not," said Stubbs, "but I wasn't going to take any more chances.
Now you keep away from me."
"Oh, Chester won't hurt you," said Hal, with a laugh. "You treated him
just right, Stubbs. He's got no kick coming."
"No, that's right, Stubbs," said Chester, with a grin. "No hard feelings,
I'm sure. You're all right. Put her there."
The lad extended a hand. Stubbs advanced doubtfully, but at last grasped
Chester's hand.
Immediately he began to dance about wildly, shouting:
"Leggo! Leggo my hand! Ouch!"
At last Chester relaxed his grip.
"That makes it square all around, Stubbs," he said with a grin.
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