out his carriage at all. As soon as it was close at hand, the driver
leaned forward and exclaimed angrily:

"Turn out, boy!"

If he expected that Herbert would be intimidated by his tone he was much
mistaken. Our hero was bold, and not easily frightened. He looked
quietly in the man's face, and said composedly, "I have turned out."

"Then turn out more, you young vagabond! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir, I hear you, and should if you didn't speak half so loud."

"Curse your impudence! I tell you, turn out more!" exclaimed the
stranger, becoming more and more angry. He had expected to get his own
way without trouble. If Herbert had been a man, he would not have been
so unreasonable; but he supposed he could browbeat a boy into doing
whatever he chose to dictate. But he had met his match, as it turned
out.

"I have already given you half the road," said Herbert, firmly, "and I
don't intend to give you any more."

"You don't, eh? Young man, how old are you?"

"I am fourteen."

"I should think you were forty by the airs you put on."

"Is it putting on airs to insist on my rights?" asked our hero.