Clover frowned at the older boy's taunt. It was one thing to knock one into the mud for all fun and games, but to insult another's boyish strength was another thing entirely. "I'm sure you will," encouraged Clover to Bram, "to whoever took my coat!" From the excitement the idea of thievery provided, any other possibilities had left Clover's mind and he believed someone/s had, in fact, taken his coat.