Harry kept on until his wagon was clear of the wreck of the buggy, and then halting it, jumped oft to find the extent of Philip’s injuries. The latter’s horse, which had by a violent jerk freed himself from the shafts, was galloping up the road. CHAPTER II — SIGNS OF A TEMPEST “Are you hurt, Philip?” asked Harry, anxiously, as he bent over the prostrate form of his antagonist. As he opened his eyes and saw the face of Harry bending over him, all came back to him, and his animosity revived. “Get away from me!” he exclaimed furiously, as he staggered to his feet. “I certainly will, if you don’t need help,” said Harry, glad that Philip had suffered no harm. “Where is my horse?” demanded Philip. “He has run away.” “And it’s all your fault!” exclaimed Philip, angrily. “My buggy’s broken, too, and all because you ran into me, you beggar!” “I wouldn’t allow you to call me names if you hadn’t been punished already for your unreasonable conduct,” said Harry, calmly. “Whatever has happened you brought upon yourself.” “Catch my horse!” ordered Philip, with the air of a master addressing a servant. “I’ve got something else to do,” said Harry, coolly, and he sprang into the store wagon. “Are you going to drive off and leave me here?” demanded Philip, enraged. “I must, for my time isn’t my own. It belongs to Mr. Mead. I would help you otherwise—though you are to blame for what has happened.” “You will suffer for this!” exclaimed the rich man’s son, gazing at his broken buggy in helpless anger. “You’ll have to pay for all the damage you have done!” “You can go to law about it, if you want to,” said Harry, as he gathered the reins into his hands, and he drove off. “I’ve a good defense.” To Philip’s disgust, Harry drove off, leaving him alone with his disabled carriage. It was a good time to consider whether he had acted wisely in demanding more than the law or custom allowed him, but Philip was too angry for cool consideration. He could not persuade himself that a boy like Harry, the son of a poor widow, who had to work for his own living, had equal rights with himself. In the end he had to go home and bring back his father’s hired man to take charge of the wreck. He learned that the frightened horse had already found his way to the stable, terrifying the family with fears that Philip had been seriously hurt on the way. Philip gave a garbled account of the affair to his father and mother, and excited the indignation of both, but especially his mother. “I never heard of such an outrage—never!” exclaimed Mrs. Ross, emphatically. “To think that boy should deliberately run into you and endanger your life—my poor Philip!” “That’s just what he did, mother,” said Philip, enjoying the indignation he had aroused. Colonel Ross was not quite so thoroughly convinced that his son was right. “Did you give Harry half the road?” he inquired. “I gave him room enough to get by,” answered Philip, evasively.