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True to Himself; Or, Roger Strong's Struggle for Place

Chapter 2 AN ASSAULT ON THE ROAD

Word Count: 1958    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

me. He was a much larger fellow than myself, and alw

n onslaught that had been made. Had

he imagined. The blow on my forehead pained no

as Duncan brought his full

romise to keep quiet about

y sorry;" was my reply, as I squirmed

and gave that member a twist tha

do as I say?

N

for that. So I brought a small, but effective weapon into play. The weapon was nothing more than a pin that held together

ed a distance of several feet. I was not slow to take advantage of thi

"chew me up," and with a loud exclamation he spra

my fist fairly and squarely upon the tip of his nose, a blow t

n eyesight. Yet there he lay, the blood flowing from the end of his nasal organ. He was completely knocked out, and I had done th

as running down his chin, and there were several stains upon his white collar and his

ed. "Roger Strong, I'll get even

"I don't fear you. Only beware how you address me

one to get into trouble,"

re!" I added, for Duncan had beg

at

hand over the p

won

I'll report the c

grew

zen or more of the luscious pears at my feet. "If I do

e turned to the fence, jumped

a great lark to rob the widow's orchard, never dreaming of the wrong he was doing or of the injury

At school I had surpassed him in our studies, and on the ball field I had proved myself a superior

side, though I always treated him f

was one of his principal accusers. Duncan had, of course, taken up the matter. Since then Mr. Woodward had received a large legacy from a

id not doubt, but how to prove it was a difficult problem that I had

ht and then turned and walk

og

me. She stood on the side por

wan

Norfolk is very ill, and I must go to her at once. I have spoken

long do you exp

k by day after to-morrow. You can hitch up

at the door i

ne. There are several hundred dollars locked up in my desk. I would t

" I replied; "I'll keep go

can handle a pis

with all the interest of the a

belonged to Mr. Canby. I will let you have tha

t loa

I will lay it out before I

" I prom

erry hooked up to the family turnout. As I was about t

hair and shaggy beard and eyebrows. He was seedily dress

a fellow as is down on his luc

you?" I r

e. The shop's shut down, and I'

have you

wee

en't found w

a str

to New

it, and eve

Want column of a Newville newspaper and had not

rably, and when he came closer to me I note

lp you," said I. "I hav

will you? I ain't had noth

thing to drink," I c

wled, "How

mell it

a cold I caught. Come, make it half a d

t care

it ten

a c

ndependent about

fellows as you tackle me

igh toned for a

u talk to me in this fashion.

was nothing else-sco

n I please," he

nby to the station. To leave the man hanging about the house wit

kept a watch-dog-a large and powerful mastiff called Major. He was tied up near

at once, I'll set

u can't

ut it. Major! M

d to break away, and then a loud barking. The no

nd running to the fence he scrambled over and out of

ing my sister good-by. A moment more and she was

to hitch up," the widow r

replied, and told

men," she said anxiously. "Some o

wake," I rejoin

e, Mrs. Canby had over five minutes to spare, and this time

nd she was off. I waited a few m

nife, a bag of feed, and some groceries, and these took so

g men noticed me very closely, but I paid no attention and

We were jogging along at a fair pace, and I was looking over a newspaper I had picked up on the

. As I did so I received a stinging blow on the side of the he

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