"Stand back!" cried Andy, getting in Tom's way. "I can build any kind of
an aeroplane I like, and you can't stop me!"
"We'll see about that," declared the young inventor, as he kept on. "I'm
not going to allow my plans to be stolen, and a monoplane made after
them, and do nothing about it."
"You keep away!" snarled Andy, and he grabbed Tom by the shoulder and
struck him a blow in the chest. He must have been very much excited, or
otherwise he never would have come to hostilities this way with Tom,
whom he well knew could easily beat him.
The blow, together with the many things he had suffered at Andy's hands,
was too much for our hero. He drew back his fist, and a moment later
Andy Foger was stretched out on the grass. He lay there for a moment,
and then rose up slowly to his knees, his face distorted with rage.
"You--you hit me!" he snarled.
"Not until you hit first," said Tom calmly.
"Bless my punching bag! That's so!" exclaimed Mr. Damon.
"You'll suffer for this!" whined Andy, getting to his feet, but taking
care to retreat from Tom, who stood ready for him.
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