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CHAPTER III A COLLISION
It was a week later when an incident befell Herbert which is worthy of mention, since it brought him into collision with a man who was destined to have some influence over his future life.
A neighboring farmer, for whom, during his mother's life, he had occasionally gone on errands, drove up in front of the doctor's house, and asked Herbert if he could take his horse and wagon and drive over to the mill village to get some corn ground. Herbert was rather glad to accept this proposal, not only because he was to receive twenty-five cents for so doing, but also because he was fond of driving a horse.
He was only about a mile from the mill village, when he saw approaching him a man in a light open buggy. Herbert knew every horse in Waverley, and every man, woman, and child, for that matter, and he perceived at once that the driver was a stranger. To tell the truth, he was not very favorably impressed by his appearance. The man was very dark, with black hair and an unshaven beard of three days' growth, which did not set off his irregular and repulsive features. His mouth, partly open, revealed several yellow tusks, stained with tobacco juice. On his head he wore a broad-brimmed straw hat, rather the worse for wear.
It so happened that just at this point the middle of the road was much better than the sides, which sloped considerably, terminating in gullies which were partly full from the recent rains. The road was narrow, being wide enough for two vehicles to pass each other, if each veered to the side, but not otherwise.
Herbert observed that the buggy, which was now rapidly approaching, was kept in the center of the road, and that the driver appeared to have no intention of turning out.
βWhat does he mean?β thought our hero. βHe cannot expect me to do the whole of the turning out. I will turn out my half, and if he wants to get by, he must do the same.β
Accordingly, he turned partially to one side, as much as could be reasonably expected, and quietly awaited the approach of the man in the buggy. The latter still kept the center of the road, and did not turn out his carriage at all. As soon as it was close at hand, the driver leaned forward and exclaimed angrily:
βTurn out, boy!β
If he expected that Herbert would be intimidated by his tone he was much mistaken. Our hero was bold, and not easily frightened. He looked quietly in the man's face, and said composedly, βI have turned out.β
βThen turn out more, you young vagabond! Do you hear me?β
βYes, sir, I hear you, and should if you didn't speak half so loud.β
βCurse your impudence! I tell you, turn out more!β exclaimed the stranger, becoming more and more angry. He had expected to get his own way without trouble. If Herbert had been a man, he would not have been so unreasonable; but he supposed he could browbeat a boy into doing whatever he chose to dictate. But he had met his match, as it turned out.
βI have already given you half the road,β said Herbert, firmly, βand I don't intend to give you any more.β
βYou don't, eh? Young man, how old are you?β
βI am fourteen.β
βI should think you were forty by the airs you put on.β
βIs it putting on airs to insist on my rights?β asked our hero.
βYour rights!β retorted the other, laughing contemptuously.
βYes, my rights,β returned Herbert, quietly. βI have a right to half of the road, and I have taken it. If I turn out any more, I shall go into the gully.β
βThat makes no difference. A wetting won't do you any harm. Your impudence needs cooling.β
βThat may be,β said Herbert, who did not choose to get angry, but was resolved to maintain his rights; βbut I object to the wetting, for all that, and as this wagon is not mine, I do not choose to upset it.β
βYou are the most insolent young scamp I ever came across!β exclaimed the other, furiously. βI've a good mind to give you something much worse than a wetting.β
βSuch as what?β asked our hero, coolly. In reply the man flourished his whip significantly. βDo you see that?β he asked.
βYes.β
βOh, very well,β said the other, ironically; βI'm glad you do. Perhaps you wouldn't like to feel it?β
βNo, I don't think I should,β said Herbert, not exhibiting the least apprehension.
The stranger handled his whip, eyeing our hero viciously at the same time, as if it would have afforded him uncommon pleasure to lay it over his back. But there was something in the look of our hero which unconsciously cowed him, and, much as he wished to strike him, he held back.
βWell, you're a cool hand,β he said, after a moment's hesitation.
To this our hero did not see fit to make any reply. But he grasped his own whip a little tighter. So brutal had been the tone assumed by the stranger, that he was not sure but he might proceed to carry out his threat, and lay the whip over his back. He determined, in that case, to give him as good as he sent. I will not express any opinion as to the propriety of this determination, but I am certain, from what I know of our hero's fearless spirit, that he would not have hesitated to do it, be the consequences what they might. But he did not have the opportunity.
βOnce more,β demanded the stranger, furiously; βare you going to turn out?β
βNo,β said the boy, decidedly.
βThenβI'll run you down.β
So saying, he brought the whip violently on the horse's back. The latter gave a convulsive spring forward. But his driver had not taken into consideration that the farm-wagon was the stronger of the two vehicles, and that in any collision the buggy must come off second best. So it happened that a wheel of the buggy was broken, and the driver, in the shock, thrown sprawling into a puddle on the other side of the road. The wagon suffered no damage, but the old horse, terrified, set off at a rapid pace. Herbert looked back to see if the stranger was injured, but seeing that he had already picked himself up unwounded, but decidedly dirty, he concluded to keep on his way to the mill.
The driver of the overturned vehicle was considerably more angry than hurt at this catastrophe.
It chafed his pride not a little to think that, after all his vaunts, the boy had maintained his ground, and got the better of him. For a man of
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