“You’re to go in to my father,” said Guy, reappearing on the lawn; “he’s going to give it to you.”
Hector anticipated some such summons, and he had remained in the same spot, too proud to have it supposed that he shrank from the interview.
With a firm, resolute step, he entered the presence of Allan Roscoe.
“I hear you wish to see me, Mr. Roscoe,” he said, manfully.
“Yes, Hector; Guy has come to me with complaints of you.”
“If he says I knocked him down for insulting me, he has told you the truth,” said Hector, sturdily.
“That was the substance of what he said, though he did not admit the insult.”
“But for that I should not have attacked him.”
“I do not care to interfere in boys’ quarrels, except in extreme cases,” said Mr. Roscoe. “I am afraid Guy was aggravating, and you were unnecessarily violent.”
“It doesn’t seem to me so,” said Hector.