Now the stranger was old and his teeth were worn, while Johnny was
young and his teeth were very sharp. After a long, long time, Johnny
felt the stranger growing weaker. Johnny fought harder than ever. At
last the stranger cried "Enough!" and when he could break away,
started back towards the Old Pasture. Johnny Chuck had won!




VIII

JOHNNY HAS ANOTHER ADVENTURE


Johnny Chuck lay stretched out on the cool, soft grass of the Green
Meadows, panting for breath. He was very tired and very sore. His face
was scratched and bitten. His clothes were torn, and he smarted
dreadfully in a dozen places. But still Johnny Chuck was happy. When
he raised his head to look, he could see a gray old Chuck limping off
towards the Old Pasture. Once in a while the gray old Chuck would turn
his head and show his teeth, but he kept right on towards the Old
Pasture. Johnny Chuck smiled.

It had been a great fight, and more than once Johnny Chuck had thought
that he should have to give up. He thought of this now, and then he
thought with shame of how he had bragged and boasted just before the
fight. What if he had lost? He resolved that he would never again brag
or boast. But he also made up his mind that if any one should pick a
quarrel with him, he would show that he wasn't afraid.