Rod said nothing at home about the incident at the school. He was
afraid that Parson Dan and Mrs. Royal would be angry if they learned
that he had been fighting, especially with Sammie Dunker. And,
besides, if he told he would have to explain what had led him into the
affray, and he did not wish to tell that he had taken Nancy's part. It
would seem too much like boasting, and he had always disliked boasters
who figured in some stories Mrs. Royal had read to him.
Next morning as he walked along the road to school carrying his
lunch-basket, he was in a different mood from the previous day. Then
he had the feeling of a soldier, with nerves high strung going into
battle; now he was the victor, with the danger past and trouble over.
He believed that Sammie would not bother him again, and that the little
girls would look up to him as their natural protector.
He was thinking of these things as he drew near the store. Behind him
lumbered a large wagon, drawn by two horses. Tom Dunker, big and
burly, held the reins, and as he caught sight of the little boy ahead,
a scowl overspread his heavy face. Sammie had given his version of the
fight in which Rod was entirely in the wrong.
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