"As long as 'tis only the snow
man they're aiming at, let 'em be."
But as Norah spoke, whiz! through the kitchen door came a big snowball.
It landed right on top of the basket of wash, and lay wet and dirty on
top of a ruffled guimpe of Dot's.
"The dirty ragamuffins!" The angry Norah snatched the slushy ball and
flung it into the coal-scuttle. "The miserable spalpeens!"
Bobby seized his cap.
"I'll fix them!" he muttered, as he dashed out of the house.
Tim Roon and Charlie Black saw him coming, and they judged that it
would be better to run. They didn't want to fight Bobby, even two to
one, so close to his own house. Some one might come out and help him.
The two boys tore up the street, Bobby after them. Unfortunately,
Bobby ran head-first into an old gentleman who, before he let him go,
collared him and read him a lecture on the rights of people in the
street. This gave Tim and Charlie a chance to hide behind some bushes
on a vacant lot.
"Jump on him when he comes along," advised Tim, who was not a fair
fighter.
So when Bobby came running by, for he did not know how far up the
street the boys had gone, Tim and Charlie pounced on him and rolled him
in the snow.
"None of that," said a strange voice. "Two to one's no fair. One of
you leave off, or I'll stop the fight."
The strange voice belonged to a high-school boy, Stanley Reeves, and
both Tim and Charlie knew he was a member of the gymnasium wrestling
team and quite capable of stopping any small-boy fight.
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