f three cowards who smashed a window last night with a stone packed in
a snowball and then ran away as fast as their legs could carry them.
Perhaps you'd like me to tell you their names?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," retorted Buck, changing color.

"Oh, yes, you do," replied Joe. "And while I'm about it, I'll add that
the fellows who smashed the window were not only cowards, but worse. And
their names are Buck Looker, Carl Lutz and Terry Mooney."

"What's that?" cried Buck, bristling up, while an angry growl arose from
his cronies.

"You heard me the first time," replied Joe; "but to get it into your
thick heads I'll say it again. The cowards, and worse, I referred to are
named Buck Looker, Carl Lutz and Terry Mooney."

CHAPTER V

MARVELS OF WIRELESS

"That's fighting talk," blustered Buck, as he made a pretense of getting
ready to throw off his coat.

"That's precisely what I want it to be," declared Joe, as he tore off
his coat and threw it to the ground.

By this time most of the boys in the school yard had sensed the
tenseness of the situation and had gathered around Joe and Buck, forming
a ring many lines deep.

"A fight!" was the cry.

"Go in, Joe!"

"Soak him, Buck!"

Before Joe's determined attitude and flashing eyes, Buck wavered. He
fingered his coat uncertainly and glanced toward the school windows.

"There's one of the teachers looking out," he declared. "And it's
against the rules to fight on the school grounds. If it wasn't for that
I'd beat you up."

There was a general snicker from the boys at Buck Looker's sudden regard
for the rules of the school.

"Any other place you can think of where you'd like to beat me up?" said
Joe sarcastically. "How about this afternoon after school down by the
river?"

"I----I've got to go out of town this afternoon," Buck stammered. "But
don't you worry. I'll give you all the fight you're looking for the
first chance I get."

Murmurs of derision arose from the crowd, and the flush on the bully's
sour face grew much deeper.

"You're just a yellow dog, Buck!" exclaimed Joe, in disgust. "Have I got
to pull your nose to make you stand up to me?"

He advanced toward him, and Buck retreated. What would have happened
next will never be known, for just at that moment one of the teachers
emerged from the school and came toward the ring. Hostilities at the
moment were out of the question, and the boys began to scatter. Buck
heaved a s