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"I guess you don't know who I am," said Jim, blustering.
"Oh, yes, I do."
"Well, who am I, then?"
"The bully of the school, I should suppose, from your style of
behavior."
"Do you hear that, boys?" demanded Jim, in a theatrical tone,
turning to the other boys.
There was a little murmur in response, but whether of approval or
reprobation, it was not easy to judge.
"That boy calls me a bully! He actually has the audacity to insult
me! What do you say to that?"
The boys looked uneasy. Possibly, in their secret hearts, they
admired the audacity that Jim complained of; but, seeing the
difference between the two boys in size and apparent strength, it
did not seem to them prudent to espouse the side of Hector.
"Don't you think I ought to teach him a lesson?"
"Yes!" cried several of the smaller boys, who stood in awe of the
bully.
Hector smiled slightly, but did not seem in the least intimidated.
"Jim," said Wilkins, "the boy's guardian is inside with your uncle.
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