his blue eyes that Judith never before had seen there. The girls of Lost Chief were sophisticated almost from the cradle. Judith could interpret the lines in her stepfather's face. But she did not know what the strange light in Douglas' eyes might mean. Suddenly she sprang to Swift's back and put her to the gallop.
"You know what to expect when you come back, miss!" roared John.
But Judith did not seem to hear. Spencer turned to his son. "Now, sir, you go into the house and get the whip!"
Douglas did not stir. "You aren't going to whip me any more, Dad. If you want to fight me, put up your fists."
Mary Spencer ran through the snow toward the two. "Don't fight him, John! Don't! He's just a child!"
John whirled at her with his fists raised. Douglas jumped before his stepmother and caught the blow on his raised elbow.
"And that'll be about enough of that, too, Dad!"
John caught his breath, then poured out a string of oaths and invectives, ending with, "Now before I thrash the cussedness out of you, young fellow, what excuse have you got to put up?"
"I haven't any." Douglas was still pale and his voice broke, childishly. "Only, all of a sudden it seems cowardly to me for you to hit Mother. She's not a child. You haven't got the excuse that you're training her. And you know she can't hit you. You're a good fighter, but I notice you don't hit Peter Knight or Charleton Falkner, any time they peeve you a little. It was all right to lick me and Jude when we were little. But now I warn you. I'm going to hit back. And you got to leave Judith and her mother alone."
