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At any rate, I'm going to try to find out what they are up to. Hello, they are coming right over here." Phil crouched down behind the knoll and listened. The men turned slowly and came toward him. All at once one of them stumbled on the very knoll behind which he was secreted. The man uttered a growl. "Come, sit down," he said to his companion. "We better go on," answered the other. "No hurry.
"But with others," suggested Patches. "Well," said Phil slowly, "there are men in this country, who, if they refused to vent a brand under such circumstances, would be seeing trouble, and mighty quick, too."
"'I tell you I ought to have kicked the rascal out, said Phil, getting into a passion; 'I'll follow him and teach the impudent vagabond a lesson he wants. "He seized his hat, and buttoned up his coat, as if for combat, whilst he spoke. "'Phil, be quiet, said his father, rising up and putting his arms about him; 'be quiet now.
Phil Benson did believe what he was saying, though he had borrowed all of his sentiments from a magazine story about hobohemians which he had read the night before. He also spoke of reading good books, seeing good plays, and the lack of good influences in this wicked city. He didn't overdo it. He took leave in ten minutes to find good influences in a Kelly pool-parlor on Third Avenue.
But I won't hurt it." Phil, however, feared to trust the violin in unskillful hands. He knew the penalty if any harm befell it, and he had no mind to run the risk. So he rose from the seat, and withdrew to a little distance, Tim Rafferty following, for, though he cared little at first, he now felt determined to try the fiddle. "If you don't give it to me I'll put a head on you," he said.
Once more the boy whistled. Emperor was off in a twinkling. "Steady, steady, Emperor!" cautioned the lad, as he saw the huge hulk bearing swiftly down on him. "Easy, old boy!" But the elephant did not lessen his speed one particle. Phil felt sure, however, that he himself would not be harmed. He knew Emperor too well.
Helen's, when they reached it, proved to be very much "like this," only more so, as Phil remarked. The little settlement was built on a low plateau facing the mountains, and here the plain narrowed, and the beautiful range, seen through the clear atmosphere, seemed only a mile or two away, though in reality it was eight or ten.
Phil Brent was plodding through the snow in the direction of the house where he lived with his step-mother and her son, when a snow-ball, moist and hard, struck him just below his ear with stinging emphasis. The pain was considerable, and Phil's anger rose.
Jim says he's going to be an explorer. He never will. He wouldn't find anything. He twits me, and wants to know what is the good of my reading about Africa and such things. Phil, don't you love to read about Africa, and the desert, and the lions and the snakes, and bananas growing, and palm-trees, and the queerest black men and women, real dwarfs some of them? I just love it."
The words were almost past her lips when she stifled them, for the next instant she knew she could never speak them. Out of the wreckage of his life of all that he held dear only one thing was left to him, and that was his love for Phil, his faith in her. Could she, who loved him so, destroy the one thing he still possessed simply in the hope to gain what she herself longed for?
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