Part 3 (1/2)
”My clever pet, my mother has asked me to say that hard work and honesty have their true and lasting reward. Your name henceforth is Golden Ribbon.”
The signal was given to Chattie, and she dismissed the cla.s.s with an exultant Indian whoop that even startled big Bruin and made him laugh.
Said he, ”I thought for a moment that my enemies had suddenly come upon me.”
Three of the best pupils--Red, White and Blue, referred to, before--then ran forward and seizing Golden Ribbon, lifted him upon the back of his white toy horse. Getting confused, the little black rider sat upon the horse's neck and held it by the ears. Robin went in front and pulled, while all the pupils marched behind in pairs, singing merrily as they tripped along. Bruin brought up the rear with all the presents on his big, broad back. Golden Ribbon was drawn to the castle and duly presented to Robin's mother, who praised and kissed him, while she presented him with a gilt-edged picture book full of wonderful stories.
When Golden Ribbon was drawn home to his own door they all parted from him with much hand-shaking but with silence, because his mother was sick. Entering the door and going over to her bedside he said--
”Mother, dear, I am first, and here is a great, beautiful picture book, and there is a big, toy horse at the door.”
”My darling boy,” said his mamma, raising her head and opening her eyes wide when she saw the medal and golden band around his neck, ”I can scarcely believe it, but you deserve it, for you have been a hard, honest worker, as well as most loving and attentive to me,” and she kissed him tenderly. Then laying her head upon the pillow she wept with joy.
That night Silver Ribbon sobbed herself to sleep upon her mamma's neck.
Her mother did not punish her, for she knew that she had pain enough.
She tried indeed to comfort her by saying that every one would forgive her if she would begin and do better for the future, for she was very grieved for her deceitful little child.
CHAPTER VII.
THE FIGHT IN THE RAVINE.
When morning came, Silver Ribbon heard all the others at play with Golden Ribbon's horse, and she ventured out. But on seeing the crowd she was still so ashamed that she slipped quietly past, and went right into the wood. Going down the edge of the deep ravine she wandered she knew not and cared not where, till she came to the winding stream at the bottom. Seeing Bruin taking a drink she pa.s.sed softly down the bank, and coming to a gra.s.sy spot she sat down, feeling very unhappy.
She watched for awhile the little fishes as they darted to and fro, envying their happiness.
But hearing a gliding movement in the gra.s.s behind her, what was her horror when on turning round she saw the big snake a few feet away, its head raised, its neck arched, and its cunning eyes s.h.i.+ning with fiendish glee. Poor Silver Ribbon would have run away, but she could not; she was too near and was fascinated.
[Ill.u.s.tration: FASCINATED.]
”Aha,” said the hideous reptile with a hiss, ”I have got you now.”
Although Chattie was a funny bird and straightforward, still she had a liking for Silver Ribbon, and when with her quick eyes she saw the poor sad thing wandering aimlessly down the ravine, she followed secretly from tree to tree to watch over her. Noticing the rise of the horrid snake's head, she flew back like an arrow to Castle Frank to tell of Silver Ribbon's danger.
Robin seized a short loaded gun and ran after the parrot as fast as he could. The brushwood was very thick but he pressed on, and as he drew near the spot he heard roars and groans and hissing. Getting out into the open, he saw the snake and Hug-grippy fighting desperately. The reptile was coiled around the bear's body, its head was raised, its mouth wide open, and its glittering eyes were looking straight into Bruin's face. It was gripping Hug-grippy dreadfully: he was in agony and was losing breath.
Kneeling down upon one knee, Robin raised his gun; but being scarcely near enough, it was dangerous to fire--he might shoot the bear.
Running right up, without realizing his danger, he went close behind the combatants. Not noticing the serpent's tail in the gra.s.s he trod upon it, when round his ankle it swept, and in an instant he was thrown upon his face and stunned.
Bruin, though fighting bravely, was losing the battle. Chattie was circling wildly in the air and screaming. Everything seemed to be lost.
Suddenly Robin woke up, drew a hunting knife from his belt and slashed the serpent's tail, setting himself free. The reptile turned its arched head towards him, showed its tiger-like fangs and hissed as from a pipe of steam. Robin jumped back a little and picked up his gun.
Placing it to his shoulder, he took rapid aim within a few feet of the serpent's head--bang went fire and smoke and bullet--snake and bear tumbled down together and rolled upon the gra.s.s. The unusual sometimes happens, a boy had done the work of the bravest man. The huge, dark monster was shot through the head, and its long, scaly body twisted and quivered in death.
Hug-grippy, slowly disentangling himself, went down to the brook all in a tremble, and freely drank of the water. He rested for a little in the cooling stream and rose up refreshed. Coming forward to Robin, he licked his extended hand in unspoken thankfulness. As a member of a kindness cla.s.s he had come to the aid of Silver Ribbon just in time to break the spell, yet he himself would have perished but for the timely aid of a brave, true boy.