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The Army head coach came along, talking quietly but forcefully to the all but discouraged cadets. Then he addressed himself to Douglass, explaining what he thought were next to the weakest points in the Navy line. "You ought to be able to save the score yet, Mr. Douglass," wound up coach. "I wish some one else had the job!" sighed Doug to himself.
"Kind of funny to find you and Doug eating together," said Charleton. "He should have given me a swift kick," agreed Douglas. "Instead, he fed me." "That's sound religion, isn't it?" asked Mr. Fowler, pouring Charleton a cup of coffee. "It's sound hospitality, anyhow," replied Charleton. "Aw, any one would admit Fowler lives up to his faith," expostulated Douglas.
"Oh, fudge and fiddlesticks, Phyllis, don't let any old sour idea like that ball up your naturally sweet temper. You and Roxy are just women folks and had better keep out of men's business, like this wrangle between Doug and Mr. Forsythe. Trot along and do your stocking-darning and pie-fixing together as per usual schedule. And as to this mix-up forget it!"
Our hero climbed up eaves-pipes, plunged through trap-doors down into dungeons, jumped from the roof of a house into a tree, kicked his way in and out of secret closets, and engaged in hair-raising combats with desperate villains every few minutes. It is not only the case that "Doug" Fairbanks made good with the movie fans. What is more to the point, he made good with the "bunch" itself.
Peter was standing by the stove, dressed for a cold ride. "Judith! You are safe!" he gasped, taking both her hands in his, his sallow face suddenly glowing. "Where did you find her, Doug?" "Just the other side of Black Devil Pass!" Peter whistled, stared, then turned to the preacher. "And where did you come from, Fowler?" "Elijah Nelson rescued me from the west side of Lost Chief Peak."
Douglas smiled wistfully. "But I haven't changed! Why did you tell me now?" "I didn't want to! I didn't mean to! But I couldn't help it. You saved my life, Doug! It ought to belong to you, but O, I can't give it to you! I must go on. I must find out what is the thing I'm meant to do. I must!"
Judith repeated the phrase as though it struck a familiar chord. "Life is lonesome, isn't it Doug! Seems as though I never dare to be myself any more, since Oscar's death. That was the first time I ever realized how lonely you can be." Douglas nodded, his eyes full of an understanding that was pitiful. Youth should not be allowed to contemplate this sort of loneliness. It is soul searing.
Ha!" ejaculated Doug, without a smile, and nothing more was said until they reached the house. At supper that night John asked Judith why she had shown so much friendship for Scott Parsons. "I was sorry for him," she replied. "But he killed our old neighbor!" exclaimed John. "Yes, and Oscar had a notch on his gun, Dad; and you have one on yours."
"What do you know about this!" he gasped. Douglas, standing with his back to the cold stove, said nothing. Young Jeff dropped the handful of letters he was distributing, and examined the tag for himself. "Old Fowler, eh? Thought he was dead long ago. What's he coming to see you for, Doug? Going to preach " He paused and his eyes grew round. "Doug's motion-picture theater! The sky pilot!
"You turn right round and go home again, miss!" he cried, as Swift ranged beside the buckboard. Judith giggled. "You sure do need a hazer, Doug, while you're driving that mule! I left a note for Mother." "Go home! Don't speak to me. This is no trip for a girl!" "You mean you want me to go home and help Dad feed the two-year-olds?" demanded Judith. Douglas glared at her.
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