Part 16 (2/2)

Carrington seemed to think you had jumped out because you were scared.”

”And did her daughter seem to think so, too?” asked Percy, his anxiety increasing.

”I don't know but what she did. You had better hunt them up and explain matters.”

”I will. I suppose the reason they didn't come back for me is because they were in a hurry to get to Eastport and see Mr. Carrington before he went off to Chambersburgh.”

”They didn't say what they were in a hurry about,” returned Dan Pickley.

Percy saw that Ralph was now approaching, and not wis.h.i.+ng, for various reasons, to encounter the young bridge tender while in such a woe-begone condition, he turned on his heel and walked back toward Westville.

Ralph could not help but laugh at the discomfiture of the young bully. He had overheard a good part of the conversation, and he was satisfied that Percy was, for once at least, more than ”taken down.”

On the other hand, Percy was greatly chagrined to learn that Ralph had played the part of the hero. His face drew dark, and his eyes flashed their bitter hatred.

”It's too bad, that low upstart to stop the team!” he muttered to himself.

”I wonder if Julia Carrington spoke to him? Most likely she did, and now he'll look at her as a special friend! It's a great shame! I'll have to teach him his place if he tries to get too intimate with her!”

All of which went to prove that Percy's hopes in the direction of Julia were more than of the ordinary kind.

Percy would have been more bitter than ever could he have witnessed the scene in the Nelson cottage that evening, shortly after eight o'clock.

Five minutes before that time Ralph was sitting in the kitchen, telling his mother of the stirring event of the day, to which the fond parent listened with keen interest.

The son had just finished when there came a timid knock at the front door.

”Somebody's knocking, Ralph,” said Mrs. Nelson. ”Go and light the sitting-room lamp and see who it is.”

Ralph lit the lamp, and then opened the door. Before him stood Mrs.

Carrington and her daughter.

”Good-evening, Ralph; you did not expect to see me quite so soon, I imagine,” said Mrs. Carrington, with a smile, as she stepped in.

”Well, no,” stammered the youth. ”Won't you have a chair?” and he pushed a seat forward for the lady and another for her daughter.

”Thank you, yes,” returned Mrs. Carrington. ”Is this Mrs. Nelson?” she went on, as Ralph's mother appeared.

”Yes, madam,” said the widow. ”Pray, make yourself comfortable. Perhaps you would prefer a rocker?”

”No, we won't stay but a minute. Has Ralph told you of his bravery this noon?”

”He said he stopped your runaway team.”

”He did n.o.bly, and my daughter and I have come to offer him a slight reward for his gallant deed.”

”I was not looking for a reward,” put in Ralph.

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