Elder Conklin and Other Stories by Frank Harris
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forward to support his friend, and said "liar!" flashing at the same
time an angry glance at Stevens. "Lire," spelt Richards painfully, and the pair withdrew. Bancroft went over to the men's corner; the critical moment had come; he measured his rival with a glance. Stevens was tall, fully six feet in height, and though rather lank, had the bow legs and round shoulders which often go with strength. As he took up his new position, Stevens remarked to a companion, in a contemptuous drawl: "Schoolmasters kin talk an' teach, but kin they fight?" Bancroft took it upon himself to answer, "Sometimes." "Kin you?" asked Stevens sharply, turning to him. "Well enough." "We kin try that to-morrow. I'll be in the lot behind Richards' mill at four o'clock." "I'll be there," replied the schoolmaster, making his way again towards the group of girls. Nothing further happened until the old folk came in, and the party broke up. Driving homewards with Miss Conklin, Bancroft began: "How can I thank you enough for being so kind to me? You called me out |
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