True to Himself : or Roger Strong's Struggle for Place by Edward Stratemeyer
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At length the train came along and she was off. I waited a few moments longer and then drove away. I had several purchases to make in the village-- a pruning-knife, a bag of feed, and some groceries, and these took some time to buy, so it was nearly noon when I started home. Several times I imagined that a couple of the village young men noticed me very closely, but I paid no attention and went on my way, never dreaming of what was in store for me. The road to the widow's house ran for half a mile or more through a heavy belt of timber land. We were jogging along at a fair pace, and I was looking over a newspaper I had picked up on the station platform. Suddenly some one sprang out from the bushes and seized Jerry by the bridle. Astonished and alarmed, I sprang up to see what was the matter. As I did so I received a stinging blow on the side of the head, and the next instant was dragged rudely from the carriage. CHAPTER III THE MODELS I had been taken completely off my guard, but by instinct I tried to ward off my assailants. My effort was a useless one. In a trice I found myself on the ground, surrounded by half a dozen of the fastest young men to be found in Darbyville. |
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