Nothing more need be said, as, in appearance,
he closely resembled his uncle.
Jim Smith soon gave Hector an opportunity of verifying the
description given of him by Wilkins.
The boy at the bat had struck a ball to the extreme boundary of the
field. The fielder at that point didn't go so fast as Jim, who was
pitcher, thought satisfactory, and he called out in a rough, brutal
tone:
"If you don't go quicker, Archer, I'll kick you all round the
field."
Hector looked at Wilkins inquiringly.
"Does he mean that?" he asked.
"Yes, he does."
"Does he ever make such a brute of himself?"
"Often."
"And the boys allow it?"
"They can't help it."
"So, it seems, you have a tyrant of the school?"
"That's just it."
"Isn't there any boy among you to teach the fellow better manners?
You must be cowards to submit."
"Oh, you'll find out soon that you must submit, too," said Wilkins.
Hector smiled.
"You don't know me yet," he said.
"What could you do against Jim? He's three or four inches taller
than you.
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