And he held down his head and walked away up the street, the hot flush of shame on his face, a sob in his throat, and the gray blur of tears replacing the red blur that had flamed there a moment before. He glanced back once and saw Bradish going to her with his handkerchief pressed to his face.
Hiram and his new friend were taking the air on the porch when he came into the yard of the Look place. He tried to avoid them, but his brother called to him.
“We saw you do it, Phin,” he said. “’Twas good work, but what had he done to you?”
“Oh, Hiram,” mourned the Squire, “don’t make light of a terrible deed. Oh, the Look temper—the Look temper! Thank God there are none of the blood to follow us.”
He stumbled into the house with the feeble step of an old man.
CHAPTER XII—THE LIVELY FIRST APPEARANCE OF “THE LOOK BROTHERS
CONSOLIDATED MENAGERIE AND CIRCUS”
“Allus was bound to grab right in,