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More than anything else, the thing that struck against Randy's heart was this lack of fear in Becky! Of course it was Dalton who took Becky home. There had been a sharp summons to Kemp, who came running up with raincoats, a rush for the car, a hurried "Won't you come with us, Randy?" from Becky, and Randy's curt refusal, and then the final insult from Dalton.
"I think," he said, "that I should beg Becky's pardon for bringing her name into this at all And now, will you give me her fan?" "When she asks for it yes." Randy was breathing heavily. "Will you give me her fan " The mist from the fountain blew cool against his hot cheeks. The water which old Neptune poured from his shell flashed white under the stars.
"It is her pretty, truthful manner that makes me like her," said Peggy, "and I mean to be her friend while she is here." Miss Dayton had seen at once that Randy was making a pleasant impression upon the girls, and wondered if Randy was equally pleased with them. "Well, Randy," she said after the girls had left, and together they stood before the fire-place.
There was a crutch by his side. Young Paine noticed it for the first time. "I hate it." He had a strong frame, broad shoulders and thin hips. One placed him immediately as a man of great physical force. Yet there was the crutch. Randy had seen other men, broad-shouldered, thin-hipped, who had come to worse than crutches. He did not want to think of them. He had escaped without a scratch.
"I will not. I shall probably put on my old white if I dress for dinner." "Of course you'll dress," said Mrs. Beaufort; "there are certain things which we must always demand of ourselves " Caroline Paine agreed. "That's what I tell Randy when he says he doesn't want to finish his law course. His father was a lawyer and his grandfather. He owes it to them to live up to their standards."
It was Mose Hocker's property the identical muzzleloader which Randy had brought up from the depths of Rudy's Hole. Ned could see the silver plate set in the breech, and could partially read the inscription: "John Armstrong, Maker." Randy was equally quick to recognize the gun. He gave a little gasp of astonishment and looked at Ned. The agitation of the boys was not observed by the ruffian.
His companions wisely obeyed, and in utter silence they paddled out from the shore and headed down stream. Soon a curve in the channel hid from view the dying embers of the campfire and the twinkle of the farmer's lantern. "Wouldn't I like to get square with that old curmudgeon!" exclaimed Randy; "my ears sting yet. For half a cent I'd go back and trample down his grain or break his fences."
As the little man was knocked down at the same instant, the one sided pressure naturally caused the boat to tip, and over it went, throwing fishermen, dog, and all into the water. By that strange destiny which oftentimes frowns on the good and lends a helping hand to the evil, Randy experienced no very disastrous results from the collision.
The Paines had an Indian strain in them Pocahontas was responsible for it, or some of the other princesses who had mixed red blood with blue in the days when Virginia belonged to the King. Randy showed signs of it in his square-set jaw, the high lift of his head, his long easy stride, the straightness of his black hair.
They had dreamed such dreams of valor, their eyes had seen visions. To Randy when he had enlisted had come a singing sense that the days of chivalry were not dead. He had gone through the war with a laugh on his lips, but with a sense of the sacredness of the crusade in his heart. He had returned still dreaming to sell snub-nosed cars to the countryside!
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