But Will replied more calmly:
"What we told Mr. Hand was the exact truth, Will Hen. You can just bet
we didn't want to let _him_ in for that. No, sir-ee! 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.
"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!"
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!"
"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.
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