"Uncle, I am a man now," said the boy, straightening to his full
height. "Please don't force me to do something that I should be
sorry for all the rest of my life. Will you shake hands with
me?"
"No!" thundered Abner Adams. "Get out of my sight before I lay
the stick over your head!"
Phil stretched out an appealing hand, then hastily withdrew it.
"Good-bye, Uncle Abner," he breathed.
Without giving his uncle a chance to reply, the lad turned,
opened the door and ran down the steps.
CHAPTER III
MAKING HIS START IN THE WORLD
The sun was just setting as Phil Forrest strode out of the yard.
Once outside of the gate he paused, glancing irresolutely up and
down the street. Which way to turn or where to go he did not
know. He had not thought before of what he should do.
Phil heard the clatter of Abner Adams' stick as the old man
thumped about in the kitchen.
Suddenly the door was jerked open with unusual violence.
"Begone!" bellowed Mr. Adams, brandishing his cane threateningly.
Phil turned down the street, without casting so much as a glance
in the direction of his wrathful uncle, and continued on toward
the open country.
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