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Outside, his only rival was Hughie, and at times Hughie's rivalry became dangerous. In all games that called for skill, activity, and reckless daring, Hughie was easily leader. In "Old Sow," "Prisoner's Base," but especially in the ancient and noble game of "Shinny," Hughie shone peerless and supreme.
They could not know that to him, then, the spirit of Adam Craig seemed to come with a sigh and a rustle and hover near them. Hughie took his turn at the spade but to Kenny his methodical competence proved an irritant. He was glad when Hughie's back gave out and forced him to surrender. "Mr.
Because of the unutterable anguish in the thought, he had often forced himself to front the possibility of Hughie's death, and had even brought himself to feel that in truth it would be no reason for sorrow; how much better to fall asleep in playtime, and wake no more, than to outlive the happiness and innocence which pass for ever with childhood.
"No," he answered patiently, "no, but Hughie's feelings got so strong about him that your Pop kind of woke up and got to studying him, and then he saw what what neither of you tried to hide," there was bitterness in his tone, "and then he kind of remembered something he'd heard up in Colina, and " "And so you've been up to Colina tracking round after a woman."
Enthusiastic yells from Foxy's following. And Foxy, having done much better than he expected, is encouraged to pursue his advantage. "Meantime the blood is being mopped off Hughie's face with a snowball, his tears flowing equally with his blood. "'Wait till to-morrow, urges Fusie, his little French fidus Achates. "'To-morrow! yells Hughie, suddenly. 'No, but now!
Why, I don't know, just looks like most every other woman you see." "Oh, Bob, quick! Is she little or big? Is she kind of saucy and quick, or is she quiet and slow? Quick, now, Hughie's almost here." "Why why," he rubbed his hand across his brow, "she's kind of kind of motherly." Pearl threw back her head and laughed, then she took a few dancing steps up and down the road.
It was one of Hughie's grievances, and a very sore point with him, that his father's people would insist on treating him in the privileged manner they thought proper to his father's son, and his chief ambition was to stand upon his own legs and to fare like other boys.
"We are very good friends, of course," she said, lightly. "He is a very nice boy, and we are all fond of him; but he is just a boy; he is Hughie's great friend." "A boy, is he?" laughed Aleck. "That may be, but he is very fond of you, whatever, and indeed, I don't wonder at that. Anybody would be," he added, boldly. "You don't know a bit about it," said Maimie, with cheeks glowing. "About what?"
Shouldn't wonder if they've got 'em already, making out their mothers like an old white pine. Git-ep, I say!" "Oh, pshaw!" said Hughie, "you know what I mean." "Not much I don't. But it don't matter so long as you're feelin' all right. This swamp's rather bad for the groojums." "What?" Hughie's eyes began to open wide as he glanced into the forest. "The groojums. Never heard of them things?
The old, full, frank confidence was gone. There was a constraint in his manner she could not explain. "He is no longer a child," she would say to herself, seeking to allay the pain in her heart. "A boy must have his secrets. It is foolish in me to think anything else. Besides, he is not well. He is growing too fast." And indeed, Hughie's pale, miserable face gave ground enough for this opinion.
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