“Yes,” said Arnold, crossly, “and I waited till five minutes before train time, then cut up through the fields to your house.”
“If you’d only come up by the park, you’d have seen me showing Miss Leslie—honest, Harry, you ought to have been there. She was trying to juggle eight books down to school and most of them were on the sidewalk. So there was the chance for your Uncle Gordon. I happened to know a trick—”
“I know,” interrupted Arnold, smiling in spite of himself, “you showed her a way.”
“Right.”
“Did a good turn.”
“Right for Harry.”
“And missed the train.”
“Correct.”
Gordon took a careful aim and sent another stone to the mark.
“And you did a good turn, too, Harry; a bully one, coming to find me. You’ve started the day fine.”