CHAPTER XX CASSOWARY LOSES HER TEMPER TWICE
"Oh! the troubles of youth, the troubles of youth," I said to myself as I ran up to the barnyard. "They are as important to these growing creatures as the troubles of older years are to the grown-ups."
Young Dallas was not with Big Chief now. He was strolling gloomily to and fro, hands in pockets and occasionally kicking a pebble from his path.
What had happened? Big Chief was going on with his work whistling noisily and rudely. He must have done something to insult my young master. I had never before seen that angry frown on Dallas' pleasant face.
Presently the four younger children came slowly up and Champ threw the rowlocks down at Big Chief's feet. "There! Mr. Bully, the next time you want anything, you go yourself."
Big Chief stared angrily, then stepped forward.
"Would you hammer me?" asked Champ.
Big Chief promptly dropped the hammer, but his hand shot out and catching Champ by the collar he shook him.