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There he sat for the rest of the day under a dune, grieving over his loss, while Rud lay under the bank of the stream, bathing his blistered body with wet earth. After all, Per Olsen was not the sort of man they had thought him.
"Yes; but not through the air. Only birds can do that." Pelle felt himself beaten off the field and wanted to be revenged. "Then your grandmother isn't in heaven, either!" he declared emphatically. There was still a little rancor in his heart from the young mouse episode. But this was more than Rud could stand. It had touched his family pride, and he gave Pelle a dig in the side with his elbow.
It was not long before a mouse popped out into the bottle, which they then corked. What should they do with it? Pelle proposed that they should tame it and train it to draw their little agricultural implements; but Rud, as usual, got his way it was to go out sailing.
Now this nickname really only applied to boys who were afraid of water, but Pelle quickly seized one of the little mice, and held it up to his mouth, at exactly the same distance from his lips that Rud was from his. "You can see for yourself!" he cried, in an offended tone. Rud went on talking, with many gestures. "You're afraid," he said, "and it's because you're Swedish.
His clothing did not become thicker and warmer with the cold weather like that of the cattle; but he could crack his whip so that it sounded, in the most successful attempts, like little shots; he could thrash Rud when there was no unfairness, and jump across the stream at its narrowest part. All that brought warmth to the body.
One evening he got his father to put a spike into the toe of one of his wooden shoes, and after that his kick was respected. Partly by himself, and partly through Rud, he also learned where to find the places on the animals where it hurt most.
"Right you are," said Roy. "How did you guess?" "Ye got a pooty smart walk afore ye," the man said, dubiously. "Well, we're pretty smart boys," said Roy. "Break it to us gently, and let us hear the worst." "Baout five mile 'f ye take th' hill rud." "Gracious, goodness me!" said Roy, "are they all the same length?" "Haouw?" "The miles; lads, I'm just reckless enough to do it."
And perhaps some day, when Rud had become enormously rich, he would get half of it. "Will you have it?" he asked, but regretted it instantly. Rud stretched out his hand eagerly, but Pelle spat into it. "It can wait until we've had our dinner anyhow," he said, and went over to the basket. For a little while they stood gazing into the empty basket.
I might have known it seen you on the rud more than once. But I don't know all you rich folks apart. Wouldn't have spoke so frank if I'd knowed who you was." "I'm glad you did, Mr. Jenney," she answered. "I wanted to know what people think." "Well, it's almighty complicated," said Mr. Jenney, shaking his head. "I don't know by rights what to think.
I might have known it seen you on the rud more than once. But I don't know all you rich folks apart. Wouldn't have spoke so frank if I'd knowed who you was." "I'm glad you did, Mr. Jenney," she answered. "I wanted to know what people think." "Well, it's almighty complicated," said Mr. Jenney, shaking his head. "I don't know by rights what to think.
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