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When he passed him he scowled, or shook his fist, or muttered something about "getting even," but this was all. Perhaps it was the thought of what Bert had seen fall from Danny's pocket that made the bully less anxious to keep up the quarrel. At any rate, Bert was left alone and he was glad of it. He was not afraid, but he liked peace.
"Hurray!" cried the crowd of other coasters. "There they go!" "And Danny's ahead!" said some of his friends. "No, Bert's sled is!" shouted his admirers. As a matter of fact, though, both sleds were even at the start. On and on they went very swiftly, for the hill had been worn smooth. Then Bert saw his bob getting ahead a little, and he felt that he was going to win easily.
"His name is Hall and mine is Edwards," replied Steve, as he and Tom followed Danny's example and swung their feet from the table. "We're new boys." "I suspected as much," replied Danny drily. "An' where might be your place of residence?" "Tannersville, Pennsylvania." "Think o' that now!" marvelled Danny. "Sure, you're a long ways from home. Is this place you say anywhere near Philadelphia?"
"Well, because Danny's judgment is bad in that direction. And he's pretty sure to be beaten out by any determined rival. You see, when Danny gets interested in a girl, he doesn't really know whether he wants her. From a girl's point of view what do you think of that failing, Belle?" "I am afraid the girl is not likely to feel complimented."
It was to this window that Moira Lynch ran now, peering as far up the road as she could see. "Beryl's late today," she said, with an anxious note. "Well, what if she is? Things don't run by the clock," Danny Lynch answered testily. "You're always fussing. If it isn't the girl it's over Dale." Mrs. Moira ignored the edge of crossness in her Danny's voice.
The Countess turned back down the trail and Pierce followed her. "I'll settle this Royal," he declared, furiously. "Danny's a bad boy," Lucky Broad warned, falling into step. "If old Sam told him to hold a buzz-saw in his lap he'd do it. Maybe there wouldn't be much left of Danny, but he'd of hugged it some while he lasted." Little more was said during the swift return to the river.
"I guess you'd better take that back about Chris bein' a dumb-head," threatened Danny, scowling from under the elephant's trunk. "An' you'd better take it back about Danny's bein' one," remarked Chris. "I won't any such thing," retorted Darn. "We'll make you," challenged Danny, all his Irish fighting blood up.
The four sat silently smoking until Jack Barnes asked: "And what did he do then, Peter?" "Who?" said Peter, abstractedly. "Why, Gentleman Once." Peter roused himself. "Well, I've told the story, and it is about time to turn in," he said. "I can't say exactly what Gentleman Once did when his wife died. He might have gone down to a deeper depth than Danny's.
Madeline's lips tremblingly formed to tell Danny Mains and Stillwell that the cowboy they wanted so much had left the ranch; but the flame of fine loyalty that burned in Danny's eyes, the happiness that made the old cattleman's face at once amazing and beautiful, stiffened her lips.
Then, seeing a look of disappointment on Danny's face, and eager for a story as usual, he added: "But I would like to know how such a tail as that came in the family." Danny brightened up at once. "It's funny how things come about in this world," he began.
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