Bert had gone home and brought forth his sled, and
he and Nan were giving Freddie and Flossie a ride around the block when
Danny hailed Bert.
"Come here, I want to talk to you," he said, from across the street.
"What do you want?" asked Bert roughly.
"I've got something to tell you. It won't take but a minute."
Bert hesitated, and then leaving Nan to go on alone with the sled, he
crossed to where Danny was standing, partly sheltered by a tree box.
"You can't blame that broken window off on me, Danny Rugg," he began.
"Hush!" whispered Danny, in alarm. "I ain't going to blame it off on
you, Bert. I only want you to promise to keep quiet about it."
"Why should I? It was your fault."
"Was it? I don't think so. You began the fight. Besides, if you dare to
say a word, I'll--I'll give you a big thrashing!" blustered Danny.
He clenched his fists as he spoke and looked so fierce that Bert
retreated a step.
"I haven't said anything, Danny."
"Then you had better not. Old Ringley doesn't know who broke his window.
So you keep quiet; do you hear?"
"Are you sure he doesn't know?"
"Yes, because he has been asking everybody about it.
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