cious whirl of the heavy Mackintosh cloak he had carried on one arm. It caught on the table.
Deception and danger! The idea of a shameful lie, and the meaning of the gate and buggy flashed before the boy. He cried out, "Let me go!" to the man, who he now divined was a false and malicious foe, preparing absolutely to abduct him and carry him, heaven knew where, by force! "I wont go," he cried, sharply.
Jennison attempted to catch his arm again.
"Hold on there!" came a call.
Philip Touchtone dashed into the arbor. He faced the enemy. He pushed Gerald aside and stood between them. Once more, as a while ago, at that encounter with the tramp down in Wooden's Ravine, he was on hand in time to help Gerald fight a physical battle against untoward odds.
"How dare you! Don't you touch him again! Where did you come from? What are you doing?" he asked Jennison, pale with anger and astonishment.
"I'm doing what I tried before—to take that boy to his father!" answered the« other, angrily. "Again you interfere!" with an oath.
