"It requires a boy with considerable 'get up' about him to do that." "None of your impudence, you little Yankee," exclaimed Arthur, angrily.
"I'm going to take some of it out of you before you are two minutes older." When the traitor selected Archie as the one upon whom he could wreak his vengeance without danger to himself, he had made a great mistake.

Archie was smaller than most boys of his age, but, after all, he was an antagonist not to be despised.

He was courageous, active, and as wiry as an eel; and his body, hardened by all sorts of violent exercise, was as tough as hickory.

He trembled a little when he looked over into the gorge, and thought of the possible consequences of an encounter on that cliff, but he was not the one to save himself by taking to his heels, nor did it come natural to him to stand still and take a whipping as long as he possessed the strength to defend himself.

A single glance was enough to convince him that the traitor was in earnest, and Archie watched the opportunity to begin the struggle himself.
"Yes, sir," continued Arthur, "I've got you now just where I want you.