Alden, keenly regretting the interference; “I should like to give him a lesson in speaking the truth.”
“Please let us finish,” pleaded the other, with a beseeching look to his relative. Certainly there was no questioning the courage of either young man.
“Yes; let ’em settle it,” added one of the bystanders, uttering the sentiments of the spectators; “the fight will be a thing of beauty.”
Others joined in the request, but the man paid no heed. He did not lay his hand on his nephew, but merely said, “Come,” and strode off in the direction of the river. The youth walked reluctantly after, him. Looking back at Alden, he paused a moment, shook his fist and said:
“We’ll meet again some day and have it out.”
“That will suit me down to the ground,” replied Alden, emphasizing his words also with a gesture of his fist.
“Gorrynation!” said Jethro, after the stranger was at a distance, “but it was lucky for bofe of you dat dese four men held me back. When I git mad, I’m orful, and if I’d
