Buck Looker was entirely unconscious of his approach, and was still
fussing with the aerial when Bob's voice reached him, pleasant enough,
but with a steely note in it that almost made the bully lose his hold
on the roof.
"Hello, Buck!" said Bob. "What are you doing up there?"
For a few moments the shock of hearing Bob's voice so unexpectedly
unnerved Buck completely, and he could do nothing but peer down at
Bob with an expression of guilt and dismay on his coarse face.
"Why--why--" he gasped at last, making an effort to pull himself
together. "Why, you see, Bob, I--I just thought I'd like to see how
you fastened this thing up. Lutz and I were thinking of putting one
up ourselves, and we wanted to find out how to do it," he went on,
glibly.
"Come on down off that roof and take your medicine," said Bob,
ignoring this flimsy excuse. "You've had a licking coming to you
for a long time, and now you're going to get it."
"Maybe you'll be sorry when I do come down," blustered Buck. "You
let me alone though, and I won't hurt you."
"Shut up and come down," said Bob grimly. "You've got to come down
sooner or later, and you can bet I'll be waiting here for you when
you arrive."
The bully hesitated for a time, but his position on the roof was
precarious, and he saw that Bob was in earnest and meant to wait for
him.
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