"If ever I find you on Bay State soil, Miss King, I shall take much pleasure in teaching you the proper way to treat an enemy." "I shall be greatly diverted, no doubt," was the scornful reply of her--and just then an old lady came to the door, and I lifted my hand grandly in a precise military salute and rode away, wondering which of us had had the best of it.
The gate wasn't locked, and as for taking a drink at the creek, I forgot that I was thirsty.

I jogged along toward home, and wondered why Frosty had not told me that King had a daughter.

Also, I wondered at her animosity.

It never occurred to me that her father, unlike my dad, had probably harped on the Carletons until she had come to think we were in league with the Old Boy himself.

Her dad's game leg would no doubt argue strongly against us, and keep the feud green in her heart--supposing she had one.
On the whole, I was glad I had traveled King's Highway.