"So will you," laughed Len Spencer. "By the way, I see a policeman
down the street. If you want to prefer a charge, Mr. Drayne,
I'll blow my police whistle and bring the officer here."
Spencer took a whistle from his pocket, moving it toward his lips.
"Do you want the officer!" challenged the reporter.
But Mr. Drayne began to see the matter in a somewhat different
light. He knew much about the nature of his son, and here were
two witnesses against him. Besides, one was a trusted staff writer
for the local paper, and the whole affair was likely to result
in a disagreeable publicity.
"I'll think this all over before I act," returned Mr. Drayne stiffly,
as he took his son by one arm. "Come along, Phin."
As the Draynes moved away each held a handkerchief to his face.
"I don't think much of fighting, and I don't like to do it,"
muttered Darrin, who was beginning to cool down. "But if Heathcote
Drayne had had to do more fighting when he was younger he might
have known how to train that cub of his to be more of a man."
CHAPTER VIII
Dick Puts "A Better Man" in His Place
Of course Dick heard no more from the Draynes. He didn't expect
that he would.
Phin, however, was noticed no more on the streets of the little
city. Then, in some way, it leaked out that his father had sent
him to a military boarding school where the discipline was credited
with being very rigid.
"I guess papa has found that his little boy was none too much
of an angel," laughed Dave Darrin when discussing the news with
his chums.
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