Never rise to but one grub at a time.
Three is too good to be true! There is always a stinger in their
midst." And the Black Bass ruefully shook his sore head and scooped
more water.
Chapter IX
WHEN JIMMY MALONE CAME TO CONFESSION
DANNIE never before had known such anger as possessed him when he
trudged homeward across Rainbow Bottom. His brain whirled in a
tumult of conflicting passions, and his heart pained worse than his
swelling face. In one instant the knowledge that Jimmy had struck
him, possessed him with a desire to turn back and do murder. In the
next, a sense of profound scorn for the cowardly lie which had
driven him to the rage that kills encompassed him, and then in a
surge came compassion for Jimmy, at the remberence of the excuse he
had offered for saying that thing. How childish! But how like
Jimmy! What was the use in trying to deal with him as if he were a
man? A great spoiled, selfish baby was all he ever would be.
The fallen leaves rustled about Dannie's feet. The blackbirds above
him in chattering debate discussed migration. A stiff breeze swept
the fields, topped the embankment, and rushed down circling about
Dannie, and setting his teeth chattering, for he was almost as wet
as if he had been completely immersed. As the chill struck in, from
force of habit he thought of Jimmy. If he was ever going to learn
how to take care of himself, a man past thirty-five should know.
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