"And what did he say?"

"That it was just as much his as yours, and perhaps more so."

"What could he mean?"

"He said his father had promised to give it to him."

"Promised to give him my buggy!" exclaimed Hector, his eyes
flashing.

"It's a shame, Master Hector, so it is," said Edward,
sympathetically. He had known Hector since he was a boy of five, and
liked him far better than Guy, who was a newcomer, and a boy
disposed to domineer over those whom he considered his inferiors.

"I don't intend to submit to it," said Hector, trying,
ineffectually, to curb his anger.

"I don't blame you, Master Hector, but I'm afraid you will have a
hard time. As your uncle is your guardian, of course he has power
over you, and he thinks everything of that boy of his, though, to my
mind, he is an unmannerly cub."

"I don't know how much power he has over me, but he mustn't expect
me to play second fiddle to his son. I am willing that Guy should
enjoy as many privileges as I do, though the estate is mine; but he
mustn't interfere with my rights."

"That's right, Master Hector. Why don't you speak to your uncle