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"Yes; but I knew Nell could beat that beast and so I slowed down." "That's all right, then. I thought at first you were trying to give me the slip, but I knew you'd said you'd wait and so I concluded you wanted some fun." "Yes," I said. "This is the Harrisbridge road, isn't it?" he asked. "It goes to lots of places." "Harrisbridge among them?" "Yes." "Then we can keep on, eh?
I was going over to Harrisbridge to see Nate Golden, but I didn't want to tell Twigg because he was so cranky; always trying to keep me at home. It was Sunday morning, and kind of cloudy and sultry. When I got to the road I turned Nell to the right before I remembered that I'd be in sight of the house for a quarter of a mile.
The day after we went fishing, and got fourteen trout, I had early breakfast and rode Little Nell over to Harrisbridge and played pool with Nate Golden, whose dad has the livery stable, all morning. We had dinner at the inn, and when I got back it was nearly three o'clock. Tommy, the stable boy, told me as I rode in that Twigg had left word he wanted to see me when I got back.
"It's now a quarter after seven. If we're not through up here by nine, there'll be no dinner for either of us." "Glad of it! Hope you'll starve to death. I'm I'm not hungry. I had dinner at Harrisbridge with Nate Golden." "Who's Nate Golden?" he asked. "None of your business. If he was here I'd get him to lick you!" "Lucky for me he isn't here, eh?" Then he went back to reading.
"I don't mind study much," I said presently. "It hasn't been hard yet," he answered. "And I don't mind doing what you tell me to. You're you're not like Simpkins, Browning, and Gabbett." "I haven't pulled on the curb yet," he said. I started a new hole. "There'd be no more Harrisbridge and Nate Golden," he said, after a bit, watching the smoke from his pipe. I stopped digging.
We might call on that friend of yours; what's his name? Nate something?" "Nate Golden," I muttered. "That's it. I suppose he'd be at home?" "He doesn't like swells," I said. "Am I a swell?" "Yes, you are." "And he wouldn't like me?" "No." "Why?" "Oh, just because he wouldn't; that's why. I'm going back now." "Very well; Harrisbridge some other day, Raymond."
Pretty soon I looked back. There was Twigg and Sultan just coming up over the hill. They'd gained some. I touched Nell with the spur and she laid back her ears and just flew! That mile didn't last long, I tell you. When I got to the Fork I switched off to the left toward Harrisbridge; it was dusty, and I was pretty sure Twigg wouldn't know which way I'd gone.
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