“Kid stuff, that’s all! Never you mind,” he insisted cordially. “Just crazy, hot-headed kid stuff! Showing off! I glory in his spunk!”
“I am beholden to you, sir,” the old woman said brokenly. “Hit is shorely mighty kind and mannerly. Good-by, Sis, and you coax your pappy to fotch you again! Red h’ar is purely my delight!” She reverted to her mortification. “That ary kin of mine should act so pizen mean——”
“Now, now, don’t you bother your head about that! Come along, Glen!” Chuckling, he waved his daughter toward the door. “I glory in his spunk! I do, for a fact, glory in his spunk!”
They went out of the frowsy little cabin, into the frowsy dooryard, but before they had traversed the brief distance to their waiting vehicle the young savage had plunged out of a thicket and come after them.
Swooping down upon Glen, he caught up a handful of her glowing mane, halting her sharply and painfully.
“Hi, Sis,” he drawled, “run duck your head in the Branch! Didn’t you know your h’ar was a-fire?”
CHAPTER III
Miss Ada Tenafee is faithful to ancestor worship, while the Darrows weave a golden legend about a golden lad.
THE continuing marvel was that even then the doctor was not angry. Glen jerked herself free with a force which brought tears to her eyes, and laid a hand on her father’s arm, fearful of the wrath about to descend upon the wild young mountaineer.
“Dad—it’s all right—I don’t mind——”
But Glenwood Darrow was still chuckling, seeming to regard this heavy yokel pleasantry as high comedy.