CHAPTER XXXII.
SNELL'S HATRED.
Smack! The blow sounded sharp and clear, and Snell quickly found himself stretched on the gravel walk.

He looked up in a dazed way, to see Hodge standing near at hand, regarding him with withering scorn.
"You'll pay dearly for this!" gasped Snell, lifting himself to his elbow and glaring at Bart.
"All right," was the hot retort.

"I am willing to pay for it.

You may have taken me for a thief, but I rather think you have discovered your mistake." "You weren't so honest once on a time, not so very long----" "What's that ?" cried Bart, taking a threatening step toward the fellow.
"I was never a thief, no matter what my other failings may have been; and if you dare insinuate such a thing, I will ram the words down your throat!" "That's all right--that's all right!" muttered Wat, scrambling up and getting out of reach.

"I will report this assault." "Report it, and be hanged! The fellows in this academy admire a tattler! You will have a very pleasant time if you report it!" "It was seen.