hand had the stranger boy by his thick hair and Mavis, feeling her own
arm clutched by the stranger-girl, let go and turned on her like a
fury. There was a piercing scream from Marjorie, hurried footsteps
answered on the porch, and old Jason and the colonel looked with
bewildered eyes on the little Blue-grass girl amazed, indignant, white
with horror; Mavis shrinking away from her as though she were the one
who had been threatened with a blow; the stranger lad with a bitten
thumb clinched in the hollow of one hand, his face already reddening
with contrition and shame; and savage little Jason biting a bloody lip
and with the lust of battle still shaking him from head to foot.
"Jason," said the old man sternly, "whut's the matter out hyeh?"
Marjorie pointed one finger at Mavis, started to speak, and stopped.
Jason's eyes fell.
"Nothin'," he said sullenly, and Colonel Pendleton looked to his son
with astonished inquiry, and the lad's fine face turned bewildered and
foolish.
"I don't know, sir," he said at last.
"Don't know?" echoed the colonel. "Well--"
The old man broke in:
"Jason, if you have lost yo' manners an' don't know how to behave when
thar's strangers around, I reckon you'd better go on home."
The boy did not lift his eyes.
"I was a-goin' home anyhow," he said, still sullen, and he turned.
"Oh, no!" said the colonel quickly; "this won't do. Come now--you two
boys shake hands."
At once the stranger lad walked forward to his enemy, and confused
Jason gave him a limp hand. The old man laughed. "Come on in,
Jason--you an' Mavis--an' stay to supper."
The boy shook his head.
"I got to be gittin' back home," he said, and without a word more he
turned again. Marjorie looked toward the little girl, but she, too, was
starting.
"I better be gittin' back too," she said shyly, and off she ran. Old
Jason laughed again.
"Jes' like two young roosters out thar in my barnyard," and he turned
with the colonel toward the house. But Marjorie and her cousin stood in
the porch and watched the two little mountaineers until, without once
looking back, they passed over the sunlit hill.
IV
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