I'd do it again if you gave me the chance!"
Peg stared at him. Perhaps he had never been treated in this manner
before. All his life his acquaintances had truckled to him on account
of the great wealth of his father, and the liberal way he himself, as a
boy, rewarded those who were allowed the privilege of being his cronies
or mates.
"You--would, eh?" he gasped, as if hardly daring to believe his ears.
"Even if you knew it was Peg Grant you'd treat me that way; would you?
I'll remember that! I'm not the one to forget in a hurry. Some day,
perhaps, you'll wish you'd never tried to play the hero part, and hit
me when my back was turned. I've got a good notion to teach you a
lesson right now; that's what!"
"All right," remarked Bob, coolly. "Suppose you begin. I was never in
a better humor for trouble. Somehow I seemed to just know we'd hit it
up sooner or later if our trails crossed. I give you my word, my
friend here won't put a finger on you, if so be you get the better of
the row; will you Frank?"
"I should say not," declared the lad, instantly, adding: "and unless I
miss my guess there won't be any need of it, either."
"Are you coming on, Peg?" asked the Kentucky lad, temptingly.
From under his drooping eyebrows Peg observed how easily the other had
assumed a position of self-defense. Somehow Peg did not fancy the
athletic build of his antagonist; for, while Bob was rather slender, he
had the marks of one accustomed to exercise; possessing at least
ordinary ability to take care of himself.
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