I want to have a word in private with you." Bart did not fancy this much.

He knew Snell for exactly what the fellow was--a sneaking, revengeful rascal.

The thought that he had ever had dealings with such a scamp made Bart's cheeks burn and caused him to regard himself with no little contempt.
He did not care to be seen talking privately with Snell, and he glanced hastily around, to see if any one was watching them.
Snell noted the look, and an angry light came into his eyes, which were somewhat too small and set so near together that they seemed crowding his nose between them.
"Oh, you hesitate over it, do you!" he sneered.

"That's like some fellows to go back on their old friends! You won't make anything by it in the end." "If you have anything to say to me, say it," commanded Hodge, sharply.
"Come over here where the fellows can't see us from the windows," invited Snell, beckoning Bart to follow.
But Hodge did not stir.
"No, sir," he said, firmly.

"If you have anything you want to say to me, say it right here." Snell did not like this.