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Comparing them with detail-hungry eyes, Bobby Ogden saw, however, that from the waist up the boy's clean, swelling body totally shadowed the other's knotted bulk; he noted that, with arm outstretched, heel of glove against Sutton's chin, Denny's reach was more than great enough to hold the other away from him.
She rose then, rose slowly and very cautiously as though she feared her slightest move might make it vanish. Young Denny's bobbing lantern, swinging in one hand as he crossed before the house and plunged into the thicket that lay between them, was all that convinced her made her believe that she had seen aright. "I can't go I can't!" she breathed.
Morehouse sat following him to and fro with his eyes, trying to comprehend each step of this bewildering development which was furthest of all from what he had expected. He had listened with his face fairly glowing with appreciation to the ex-lightweight's account of Denny's coming. It was all so entirely in keeping with what he had already known of him.
That next week marked the beginning of an intimacy unlike anything which Old Jerry had ever before known in all his life, for in spite of the girl's absolute proprietorship he continued his daily trips up the long hill, not only for the purpose of leaving Young Denny's bundle of papers and seed catalogues, but to attend to the stock which the boy had left in his care as well.
He was still grinning expansively and then as he saw more clearly through the thick smoke the face which Judge Maynard was indicating, the grin disappeared. Little by little Young Denny's body straightened until the slight shoulder stoop had entirely vanished, and all the while that his gaze never wavered from the Judge's face his eyes narrowed and his lips grew thinner and thinner.
He began to feel guilty again began to wonder just how much his daily visits to Denny's place had led her to suspect. But Dryad did not wait for any reply. She had turned once more until she was facing him, her lips beginning to curl again, petal-like, at the corners. "But you would have to interview the real owner first?" she inquired insistently.
You, no doubt, have no objection, however, to making the introduction complete?" The smile still hovered upon Denny's lips. Ogden noted, though, that it had changed. And he realized, too, that it had not been a particularly mirthful smile, even in the first place. Again Young Denny's eyes met those of the other boy for one moment. "I'm Denny Bolton," he replied just as deliberately.
The only pupils who seemed angry over the matter were the boys on the dance committee, who were incensed at the breaking up of the affair. "I know those Darewell Chums had the most to do with it," said Denny Thorp, who was the leader of the crowd that had captured Ned. "I'll get even with them." "It looks to me as though they had gotten even with us," remarked Peter Enderby, Denny's chum.
"'Twas Helayna gave the dhrink to the Dane's coachman! The low curséd thing! There isn't another one in the place that'd do it! I'm told the priest was near breaking his umbrella on her over it." It was the event of Mr. John Denny's life that he valued highest.
And maybe I could stop just a minute." The old hungry light of curiosity was kindling again, brighter than ever before, in the beady little eyes. "As you was remarkin', back a stretch, you'd been a-waitin' for me to come along. Was they was they something you wanted to see me about?" The perplexed frown still furrowed Young Denny's forehead.
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