"
I tried to insert a word of protest, but matters had gone too
far. The Professor was as mad as Andrew now.
"By the bones of Piers Plowman," he said, "I had expected to
meet a man of letters and the author of this book"--he held up
"Happiness and Hayseed"--"but I see I was mistaken. I tell
you, sir, a man who would insult his sister before a stranger,
as you have done, is an oaf and a cad." He threw the book
over the hedge, and before I could say a word he had vaulted
over the off wheel and ran round behind the van.
"Look here sir," he said, with his little red beard bristling,
"your sister is over age and acting of her own free will. By
the bones of the Baptist, I don't blame her for wanting a
vacation if this is the way you treat her. She is nothing to
me, sir, and I am nothing to her, but I propose to be a
teacher to you. Put up your hands and I'll give you a lesson!"
This was too much for me. I believe I screamed aloud, and
started to clamber from the van. But before I could do
anything the two fanatics had begun to pummel each other. I
saw Andrew swing savagely at Mifflin, and Mifflin hit him
square on the chin. Andrew's hat fell on the road. Peg stood
placidly, and Bock made as if to grab Andrew's leg, but I
hopped out and seized him.
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