Part 1 (1/2)

Rodney, the Ranger.

by John V. Lane.

CHAPTER I

”YOU--YOU SIMPLETON!”

A st.u.r.dy boy in homespun, a lad of nearly fourteen years, whose eyes were clear and gray and whose face was resolute and honest, led his little sister by the hand, for she was small and the road was rough.

”We'll rest, 'Omi, when we come to the big tree. Are you cold?” he asked, for there was the chill of March in the wind, though the sun lay very warm in the sheltered places.

”No. Who?” she asked, pointing a tiny hand at two riders turning the corner, a youth of about seventeen and a young girl. Their horses were spirited and the black groom following urged his horse.

The youth was not attractive, though his riding habit was the fas.h.i.+onable product of a London tailor in the style of 1772. His hair was dark, his eyes steely blue and set close to a long nose; his mouth was ill adapted to a pleasant smile.

The girl was attractive, a fact people were quick to recognize, and she was so accustomed to seeing them turn and look after her that she would have been piqued had they not done so. Her ways were wilful but there was a grace in them all. Mischief lurked in the dark blue eyes, which now lighted with genuine pleasure. She fluttered from her horse as a bird alights and threw her arms around the child, exclaiming, ”And how is little Naomi?” Then, holding the child from her, she looked in her face and said, ”You are a dear. Aren't you proud of her, Rodney?”

”She's just as good as she looks,” the boy replied, blus.h.i.+ng with pleasure, and then glanced at the youth, who did not appear to notice him but slyly spurred his horse, so that the animal in swerving would have knocked Rodney into the ditch had the lad not been nimble.

”Nith; red,” said the child, clutching the girl's scarlet cloak.

”Yes, and you like my poor, old red hat, too, don't you? though Cousin Mogridge says it ill becomes me.”

”Eth, pretty too,” and the child pouted her lips for a kiss.

Not one, but several, were most graciously given her with the admonition: ”Next time you be sure and remember me and my name. Say Lisbeth Danesford.”

”Lithbeth Danethford,” repeated the child, looking up into the face of the girl, her big, brown eyes full of seriousness. ”I like 'oo.”

”Have a care, 'Omi, for once Lisbeth knows that she'll treat you as she does her other admirers.”

This remark was surprisingly impolite for Master Rodney Allison, but he was offended that Lisbeth had not introduced him to her London cousin, whom he was itching to thump. Moreover he had experienced Lisbeth's fickleness.

She ignored him and said: ”'Omi, where did you find such eyes? They are like stars with dew on them,” but suddenly she broke off and, with a bound, s.n.a.t.c.hed from her cousin's hand the whip with which he was about to lash Rodney.

The youth, evidently not liking the conversation, had again spurred his horse against young Allison, who without ceremony had seized the bit and set the animal on his haunches, nearly upsetting the rider.

Lisbeth had seen enough to know what had caused the trouble. ”Boys are bullies,” she cried. ”Here's a test for your valour. Who'll rescue my abused hat from the dragon?” saying which she sent it spinning over the fence.

Now the dragon was nothing less than a full grown and surly bull grazing in the pasture.

Rodney, enraged at Mogridge's insolence and taunted by her words and the sight of the hat scaling like a low-flying swallow, yielded to the mad impulse to follow it. He would show the arrogant London youth what a Virginia boy dared do!

The bull had lifted his head in amazement, which gave place to rage at the red thing flas.h.i.+ng before his sullen eyes. Snorting, he charged just as the lad s.n.a.t.c.hed the hat from the ground and, turning, ran toward the fence.

It was a foolhardy deed, and the boy's chance of escape seemed hopeless,--when the unexpected happened.

A little figure climbed the fence and with a shrill cry ran to meet him, waving her red cloak to distract the brute's attention.

The boy started to run between the bull and the girl, but she shrieked, ”I'm all right. Run for your life!”