But Whitey had become a frontier boy, and accustomed to standing his ground in the face of a superior enemy--at least, when he couldn't run any farther.

When he was finally run down, he backed into a corner, lifted his fists to the proper angle, and, in this boyish fighting attitude, said to his big, strong, wonderful dad, "Don't you hit me!" If it hadn't been for his father's strong sense of humor, Whitey probably would have been in for a sound trimming.

As it was, his father paused and looked at him sternly; then his piercing blue eyes began to soften, and signs of his sense of humor began to appear about his mouth.
And he turned on his heel, and walked away, leaving Whitey to his grief..