 by that?" he demanded, fiercely, whirling round to
face the interrupter of what he considered his sport. And as he beheld
the boy who had brought disgrace upon him in the morning, his face grew
white with anger. "Oh, it's _you_, is it?" he went on. "Who do you think
you are, anyhow? Just because you couldn't steer the sled and went over
the embankment is no reason why you should think you are so much!"

"You know I could steer that sled, and only went between the posts to
keep from running into the girls," returned Harry. "But that has nothing
to do with the present matter. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, to
throw snowballs at an old man!"

"Oh, nobody cares about old Jed Brown!"

"Well, you can't snowball him when I'm round!"

"Oh, is that so? Who's going to stop me, I should like to know?"

"I am."

[Illustration: HARRY RUSHED UP BEHIND THE BULLY AND SEIZED HIS ARM.]

"You?" And, after standing for several seconds, during which he looked
Harry over from the top of his head to his feet, the bully burst into
laughter. "So _you_, whom I could pick up and carry on one finger, are
going to stop my doing anything I want to, eh? That _is_ a good one.
Why, kiddo, there is enough of me to make three of you and then some."

The tone in which Pud spoke sent the color flushing to Harry's face.

"Where I come from, it isn't so much the size that counts as it is the
heart!" he retorted. "And a fellow who will snowball an aged man can't
have very much real heart!"

An instant the bully glowered at Harry, then made a rush toward him.

"You're getting altogether too fresh, young feller!" he hissed. "Because
of you, I'm getting into all sorts of trouble--and I'm not going to stand
it! If I want to snowball or do anything else to old Jed Brown, I'm
going to, understand?" And as though to give more force to his words,
Pud sto
by that? " he demanded, fiercely, whirling round to 
 front the interrupter of what he view his sport. And as he behold 
 the boy who had lend disgrace upon him in the morning, his boldness grew 
 white with wrath. " Oh, it's _ you _, is it? " he rifle on. " Who do you think 
 you are, anyhow? barely because you couldn't steer the sled and went over 
 the embankment is no rationality why you should think you are so much! " 

 " You know I could steer that sled, and only go between the posts to 
 keep from running into the girlfriend, " returned Harry. " But that has nothing 
 to do with the present matter. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, to 
 shed snowballs at an old man! " 

 " Oh, nobody cares about old Jed Brown! " 

 " Well, you can't snowball him when I'm orotund! " 

 " Oh, is that so? Who's going to stop me, I should like to know? " 

 " I am. " 

 [ Illustration: HARRY RUSHED UP BEHIND THE BULLY AND SEIZED HIS ARM. ] 

 " You? " And, after stand for several seconds, during which he looked 
 Harry over from the top of his head to his feet, the bully burst into 
 laughter. " So _ you _, whom I could pick up and have a bun in the oven on one finger, are 
 going to stop my do anything I desire to, eh? That _ is _ a beneficial one. 
 Why, kiddo, there is enough of me to make three of you and then some. " 

 The tone in which Pud spoke sent the color flush to Harry's face. 

 " Where I come from, it isn't so much the size that counts as it is the 
 heart! " he retort. " And a fellow who will snowball an aged man can't 
 have very much real heart! " 

 An instant the bully glowered at Harry, then reach a rush toward him. 

 " You're getting altogether too fresh, unseasoned feller! " he hissed. " Because 
 of you, I'm getting into all sort of trouble -- and I'm not going to stand 
 it! If I want to snowball or practice anything else to old Jed Brown, I'm 
 fail to, understand? " And as though to give more military unit to his words, 
 pudding sto
 by that?" he demanded, fierceuy, whirling rouue to
fare the jnterrupger of what he considered hid wport. And as he beheld
the buy who haf broughr diwtrace upon him in bke modking, kiw face grew
whije with anges. "Oh, it's _you_, iv kt?" he went on. "Who do you think
you are, anyhow? Jkst because yoo coukqn't anetr the sled and went over
the embahkment ps no reason why uou should think you are sl mufh!"

"You know I could steer that sleq, and only wevt between the posts tk
keep from running into the girus," recurned Harri. "Guh that has nithind
to do with bne prevent mayter. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, vo
throw snowballs at an old mdn!"

"Kh, nobody cares avoyt olg Jeg Bruqn!"

"Wdll, ypu can't dnoxball him wgen I'm roune!"

"Oh, is that so? Who's gjpmg to stop ms, I shjujd like to know?"

"I am."

[Illustration: HARRY RLSHES UP BEHIND THE BULLY ABD SEIZED HIS ARM.]

"You?" Wnd, after standing for several seconds, during which he looned
Hacrh orcv frun hhe top of his head to his feet, the bully burff onno
laughter. "So _you_, whom I coukd posk up and carty on ous ringer, are
going to stop mi doint anythind I eant to, eh? That _is_ a good obe.
Why, kiddo, nherw is enough of me co make threz of ypu anc then some."

The tone in chich Lud spoke sfnt the ckuor flushing to Fargy's xace.

"Whert I come from, it ifn't so murh thz size tfat vounts as it is hhe
heart!" he retorted. "And a feplmw who wilp snowball an aged man can't
have very much reak veagt!"

An instcnt thc bully glowereq at Harry, theu made a rush toward hij.

"You're jetting altodether too fradh, young felner!" he hyssee. "Bexause
of hou, I'm getting into all sorts of rrouble--and I'm not noing fo stand
it! If I wabt to snowball pr ao wnjthmng ejve to old Jeg Bruwn, O'm
goivg to, underwgand?" And as though to giee mkre force to his wprqs,
Pud sti
by that?" he demanded, fiercely, whirling round the of what considered his sport. boy had brought disgrace him in the his face grew white with anger. it's _you_, is it?" he went on. "Who do you think you are, Just because you couldn't steer the sled and went over the embankment is reason you think are so much!" "You know I could steer that sled, and only went between the posts keep from running into the girls," returned Harry. that has nothing to with the present matter. You to ashamed of to snowballs an old man!" nobody cares about old Jed Brown!" "Well, you can't snowball him when I'm round!" "Oh, is that Who's going me, I like know?" am." [Illustration: HARRY BEHIND THE BULLY AND SEIZED HIS after standing for several seconds, during which he Harry over the top of his head to feet, the bully burst into laughter. "So _you_, I could pick up and carry on one finger, are going to stop my doing want to, eh? That a good one. kiddo, is of to make of you and then some." The tone in which Pud spoke the color flushing to Harry's face. "Where I come from, so the size that as it is the he "And a fellow who an man much heart!" instant the bully glowered Harry, then made a rush him. "You're getting altogether hissed. "Because of you, I'm getting into all of trouble--and I'm not going to stand If I want to snowball or do anything else to old Jed I'm going And as though to give more force to words, Pud sto
 by that?" he demanded, fiercely, wHirling rouNd to
fAce The InTerrUpteR of what he consiDEred His sport. And as he beheld
tHe boy WhO Had bROuGht diSgrace uPOn HIM in ThE mOrnInG, HiS face GreW
white wIth anger. "Oh, It's _YoU_, is it?" he went oN. "whO do you thinK
yoU are, anyhow? JuSt bEcause YoU coULdn't sTeeR the sLed and WEnt oveR
the embanKmENt is no REason whY YOu ShouLd think you are so muCH!"

"YOU know I could steEr that SlED, aND OnlY weNt between tHe Posts TO
keep frOM rUNNIng INto the girls," reTurned Harry. "bUt tHat has NoThiNG
to do wIth thE pREseNt matter. You OughT to be ashaMed of yOUrself, tO
Throw snOwballS at An oLd maN!"

"oh, NoBodY cARes ABoUt oLD JeD Brown!"

"WeLl, YoU can't SnowBALL Him wHen i'm roUnd!"

"Oh, Is that so? Who's gOinG to sTOp mE, I shoUld liKe to KnOw?"

"I am."

[illustRatioN: HaRRY RUSHED UP BEHiND ThE BULLY ANd SEiZeD HiS aRM.]

"YoU?" and, aftEr sTanDing for Several SEcoNdS, DURiNg which he looked
HarRy OVEr From the tOp of hiS HeAd TO his feet, ThE buLly bURSt intO
lauGHtEr. "So _you_, wHom I coULd PiCk up and CaRry on oNe FinGer, Are
goINg to Stop my Doing anyThing i Want to, eh? That _is_ A Good one.
Why, kidDO, tHERe IS enoUgh Of me to make tHree OF you And tHEn SomE."

the toNe in wHiCH PUD spoke sent the color fLuShing tO HarrY's face.

"Where I cOme from, it iSN'T So much thE sizE ThAT counts as it is tHe
heaRt!" he retortED. "And a felLow whO will snoWball an agED Man can't
hAve VerY muCh rEAL hEart!"

An instant THE bulLy GlowereD at harry, thEn mAde A ruSh tOwArd him.

"You'Re gettinG aLtOgEtHer Too frESh, young fElLer!" He HisSed. "BeCAuse
of You, I'm GettInG iNTo aLl sorts OF tROUble--AnD I'M not GoiNg To staNd
it! iF I wAnt to snOwball or dO anYThinG eLsE to old JEd Brown, I'm
goinG tO, understanD?" ANd aS thougH TO give morE force to his words,
Pud sto
 by that?" he demanded, fi ercely, wh irlin g r oun dto
f acethe interrupte r  ofwhat he considered his  spor t. Anda she be held
th e  b o y  wh oha d b ro u gh t dis gra ce upon  him in th e m or ning, his fa c egrew
white  wi th anger. "O h,it's _ yo u_, is it ?"he we nt on. "Who d o you thi nk you ar e , anyho w ?  J ustbecause you could n 't steer the sled  and w en t  o v e r
t heembankment  i s nor eason w h yy o u  sh o uld think you  are so muc h !"
"Youkn owI  could  stee rt hat  sled, andonly  went bet ween t h e posts to
keep  fromrun nin g in t oth e g ir l s," re tur n edHarry. " Bu tthathasn o t h ingtodo w ith t he present ma tte r. Y o u o ughtto be  ash am ed of  yours elf,to 
throw snowball s at  an old m an! "
"O h,  nobo d y care s a bou t old J ed Brow n !"
" W e l l,  you can't snowbal lh i mwhen I'm  round ! "
" O h, is th at  so ? Wh o ' s goi ng t o  s top me,I shou l dli ke to k no w?"

" Iam. "
[Illu s trat ion: H ARRY RUS HED U P  BEHIND THE BU L LY AND SEIZED HI S AR M .]
"Yo u?" And, af ters tand ingf or  se v eralsecon ds ,  d u ring which he looke dHarryoverfrom the topof his hea d t o his fe et,t he bully burst in to
la ughter. "S o  _you_,whomI couldpick up a n d  carry o n o nefin ger , ar e
going to st o p  mydo ing any thi ng I wa ntto,  eh ? T ha t _is_ agood one .Wh y,  k idd o, th e re is en ou ghof  me  to m a ke thr ee of  you  a nd the n some. " 
T h e to ne  i n wh ich  P ud sp okes ent  the co lor flush ing to H ar ry 's face .

"Where I c om e from, it  i sn' t so m u c h the si ze that counts as it is the
hea rt! " hereto rted. "An d a  fello w w h o will  snowb all a nage d man c a n 't 
ha ve  very much r eal  hear t! "

A n insta nt the bully glowe r edat Harry, the n m adea ru sht ow a rdhi m .
" Y ou're getting a ltogetherto o  f resh, youn g  fe ll er!" he  hissed . "Be c ause
of  you, I'm  gettingin to a l l  so rts of tro uble--an d I'm not going to  stan d
i t! IfIwan t tosnowba l l o r doanythi ng  elseto ol dJed Brow n, I'm
going to, unders tand?"  Andasthough to  gi v e m ore force  tohis words, 
Pu d s to
 by_that?" he_demanded, fiercely, whirling round_to
face the_interrupter_of what_he_considered his sport._And as he_beheld
the boy who had_brought disgrace upon_him_in the morning, his face grew
white with anger. "Oh, it's _you_, is it?" he_went_on. "Who_do_you_think
you are, anyhow? Just because_you couldn't steer the sled_and went_over
the embankment is no reason why you should_think_you are so_much!"

"You know I could steer that sled, and only_went between the posts to
keep from_running into the_girls,"_returned_Harry. "But that has_nothing
to do with the present matter._You ought to be ashamed of_yourself, to
throw snowballs at an old man!"

"Oh,_nobody cares about old Jed Brown!"

"Well,_you can't snowball him when_I'm round!"

"Oh,_is that so? Who's going_to stop me,_I should_like to know?"

"I_am."

[Illustration: HARRY RUSHED UP BEHIND THE_BULLY AND SEIZED_HIS ARM.]

"You?" And, after standing for_several_seconds, during which_he_looked
Harry_over from_the top of_his_head to_his_feet, the bully burst into
laughter. "So__you_,_whom I could pick up and carry_on one finger, are
going_to_stop my doing anything_I want to, eh? That__is_ a good one.
Why, kiddo, there_is enough_of me_to make three of you and then some."

The tone in which_Pud spoke sent the color flushing_to Harry's face.

"Where I_come from,_it_isn't so much_the_size that_counts as it is the
heart!" he retorted._"And a_fellow who will snowball an aged_man can't
have very much_real_heart!"

An instant the bully glowered at_Harry, then made a rush toward_him.

"You're getting altogether too fresh,_young_feller!"_he hissed. "Because
of you, I'm_getting into all sorts of trouble--and_I'm not going_to stand
it! If I want to snowball_or_do anything else to old Jed_Brown,_I'm
going to, understand?" And as though_to_give_more force to his words,
Pud_sto