“Dan and—­and—­that boy were fighting and they pushed Snowball into the creek.”

“Dan was teasin’ Snowball,” said Harry the just.

“And that boy meddled,” said Dan.

“Who struck first?” asked the General, looking from one boy to the other.  Dan dropped his eyes sullenly and Chad did not answer.

“I wasn’t goin’ to hit Snowball,” said Dan.

“I thought you wus,” said Chad.

“Who struck first?” repeated the General, looking at Dan now.

“That boy meddled and I hit him.”

Chad turned and answered the General’s eyes steadily.

“I reckon I had no business meddlin’!”

“He tried to give sister a fish.”

That was unwise in Dan—­Margaret’s chin lifted.

“Oh,” she said, “that was it, too, was it?  Well—­”

“I didn’t see no harm givin’ the little gal a fish,” said Chad.  “Little gal,” indeed!  Chad lost the ground he might have gained.  Margaret’s eyes looked all at once like her father’s.

“I’m a little girl, thank you.”

Chad turned to her father now, looking him in the face straight and steadily.

“I reckon I had no business meddlin’, but I didn’t think hit was fa’r fer him to hit the nigger; the nigger was littler, an’ I didn’t think hit ’as right.”

“I didn’t mean to hit him—­I was only playin’!”

“But I thought you was goin’ to hit him,” said Chad.  He looked at the General again.  “But I had no business meddlin’.”  And he picked up his old coonskin cap from the grass to start away.

“Hold on, little man,” said the General.

“Dan, haven’t I told you not to tease Snowball?” Dan dropped his eyes again.

“Yes, sir.”

“You struck first, and this boy says he oughtn’t to have meddled, but I think he did just right.  Have you anything to say to him?”

Dan worked the toe of his
left boot into the turf for a moment “No, sir.”

“Well, go up to your room and think about it awhile and see if you don’t owe somebody an apology.  Hurry up now an’ change your clothes.

“You’d better come up to the house and get some dry clothes for yourself, my boy,” he added to Chad.  “You’ll catch cold.”

“Much obleeged,” said Chad.  “But I don’t ketch cold.”

He put on his old coonskin cap, and then the General recognized him.

“Why, aren’t you the little boy who bought a horse from me in town the other day?” And then Chad recognized him as the tall man who had cried “Let him have her.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, I know all about you,” said the General, kindly.  “You are staying with Major Buford.  He’s a great friend and neighbor of mine.  Now you must come up and get some clothes, Harry!” —­But Chad, though he hesitated, for he knew now that the gentleman had practically given him the mare, interrupted, sturdily,

“No, sir, I can’t go—­not while he’s a-feelin’ hard at me.”