"It's too good for the likes of you." "You're a thief." "Don't you call me names, you little Italian ragamuffin, or I'll hit you," said the other, menacingly.
"It is my apple." "I'm going to eat it." But the speaker was mistaken.

As he held the apple above his head, it was suddenly snatched from him.

He looked around angrily, and confronted Edward Eustis, who, seeing Phil's trouble from a little distance, had at once come to his rescue.
"What did you do that for ?" demanded the thief.
"What did you take the boy's apple for ?" "Because I felt like it." "Then I took it from you for the same reason." "Do you want to fight ?" blustered the rowdy.
"Not particularly." "Then hand me back that apple," returned the other.
"Thank you; I shall only hand it to the rightful owner--that little Italian boy.

Are you not ashamed to rob him ?" "Do you want to get hit ?" "I wouldn't advise you to do it." The rowdy looked at the boy who confronted him.

Edward was slightly smaller, but there was a determined look in his eye which the bully, who, like those of his class generally, was a coward at heart, did not like.