Duffgruntedathim，andpassedonintothestore。
　　"Iamverygladtohavemetyou，"saidBayne，shakinghandswarmlywithhim。"Youhavedoneusbothagreatservice。Heismyfriend，youknow。"
　　"IamafraidIhaveoffendedhim，allthesame。ButyouseeI
　　couldn’thelpit，couldI？"
　　Baynelookedathisyoung，earnestfaceforamomentortwoasifstudyinghim，thensaidwithacurioussmile，"No，Idon’tbelieveyoucouldhavehelpedit。"Andwiththathepassedintothestore。
　　"Whatsortofachapisthatpreacherofyours？"heaskedofthestorekeeper。
　　"Idon’tknow；heain’tmychurch。AskInnesthere。He’sapillar。"
　　Bayneturnedtoalong，lean，hard—facedmanleaningagainstthecounter。
　　"MynameisBayne，fromRedPine，Mr。Innes。Iaminterestedinknowingwhatsortofachapyourpreacheris。Hecomesouttooursection，butInevermethimtillto—day。"
　　"Oh，he’snothatbad，"saidInnescautiously。
　　"Notworthacent，"saidalittle，redheadedmanstandingnear。
　　"Hecan’tpreachforsourapples。"
　　"Iwadnajustsaythat，Mr。Hayes，"saidInnes。
　　"Howdoyouknow，Innes？"retortedHayes。"Youknowyoufallasleepbeforehegetsrightlystarted。"
　　"Iayelistenbetterwithmaeyesshut。"
　　"Yes，andsnorebetter，too，Mac，"saidHayes。"ButIdon’tblameyou。Mostofthemgotosleepanyway。That’sthekindofpreacherheis。"
　　"Whatsortofachapishe？Imeanwhatsortofman？"
　　"Well，foronething，he’salwaysbuttin’in，"volunteeredasquare—builtmilitarylookingmanstandingnear。"Ifhe’dsticktohisgospelitwouldn’tbesobad，buthe’salwayspokin’hisnoseintoeverything。"
　　"Buthe’snothatbad，"saidInnesagain，"andasforbuttin’in，McFettridge，andpreachin’thegospel，Idoubtthecountryisagooddealthebetterforthebuttin’inthathimandhislikeshavedonethispastyear。Andbesides，thebairnsalllikehim。"
　　"Well，that’snotabadsign，Mr。Innes，"saidSandyBayne，"andI’mnotsurethatIdon’tlikehimmyself。ButIguesshebuttsin，allright。"
　　"Oh，ay！hebuttsin，"agreedInnes，"butI’mnososurethatthat’snoapartofhisjob，too。"
　　CHAPTERIII
　　AQUESTIONOFCONSCIENCE
　　TheDunbarslivedinacottageonabackstreet，whichhadthedistinctionofbeingtheonlyhomeonthestreetwhichpossessedtheadornmentofagarden。Auniquegardenitwas，too。Indeed，withthesingleexceptionofJudgeHepburn’sgarden，whichwasquiteanelaborateaffair，andwhichwassaidtohavecosttheJudgea"pileofmoney，"therewasnonetocomparewithitinthevillageofWapiti。
　　Anygardenonthatbare，wind—sweptprairiemeanttoilandinfinitepains，butagardenlikethatoftheDunbarsrepresentedinadditionsomethingofgenius。Inconception，indesign，andinexecutiontheDunbars’gardenwassomethingapart。Visitorsweretaken’roundtothebackstreettogetaglimpseoftheDunbars’
　　cottageandgarden。
　　Thegardenwasintwosections。Thatatthebackofthecottage，shelteredbyahigh，closeboardfencecoveredwithVirginiacreeper，wasgivenovertovegetables，anditwasquitemarvelloushow，underRichardDunbar’scare，aquarterofanacreofgroundcouldgrowsuchenormousquantitiesofvegetablesofallkinds。
　　Nexttothevegetablegardencametheplotforsmallfruits——
　　strawberries，raspberries，currants，ofrarevarieties。
　　Thefrontgardenwasdevotedtoflowers。Hereweretobefoundtheoldfashionedflowersdeartoourgrandmothers，andmoreparticularlytheoldfashionedflowersnativetoEnglishandScottishsoil。
　　Betweenthetwogardensathickrowoftall，splendidsunflowersmadeastatelyhedge。Thencamelarkspur，peonies，stocks，andsweet—williams，verbenasandmignonette，withbordersoflobeliaandheliotrope。Alongthefenceweresweetpeas，forwhichAlbertaisfamous。
　　ButitwasthepartofthegardencloseaboutthefrontporchandverandahwheretheparticulargeniusofRichardDunbarshoweditself。Heretheflowersnativetotheprairie，thecoulee，thecanyon，weregathered；theearlywindflower，thecrowfootandthebuffalobean，wildsnowdropsandviolets。Overtrellisesranthetinymorning—glory，withvetchandtrailingarbutus。Abedofwildrosesgrewtowonderfulperfection。Laterintheyearwouldbeseentheyellowandcrimsonlilies，daisieswhiteandgolden，andwhenotherflowershadfaded，goldenrodandastersingorgeouscontrast。Theapproachtothedoorofthehousewasbyagravelwalkborderedbytheseprairieflowers。
　　Thehouseinsidefulfilledthepromiseofthegarden。Thelivingroom，simpleinitsplan，plaininitsfurnishing，revealedeverywherethattouchindecorativeadornmentthatspokeofthecultivatedmindandrefinedtaste。Agroupofrareetchingshadtheirplaceoverthemantelabovealarge，openfireplace。Onthewallsweretobeseenreallyfinecopiesoftheworld’smostfamouspictures，andonthepanelswhichran’roundthewallswerebitsofpotteryandchina，relicsofotherdaysandofotherhomes。
　　Butwhatwasmostlikelytostriketheeyeofastrangeronenteringthelivingroomwasthearrayofdifferentkindsofmusicalinstruments。Atoneendoftheroomstoodasmalluprightpiano，a’celloheldonecorner，aguitaranother；uponatableacornetwasdeposited，andonthepianoaviolincasecouldbeseen，whileabanjohungfromanailonthewall。
　　Nearthefireplaceacuriouslycarvedpipe—rackhung，withsomehalfdozenpipesofweirddesign，evidentlythecollectionofyears，whilejustunderitasmalltableheldtheutensilssacredtothesmoker。
　　WhenBarryenteredhefoundthetablesetandeverythinginreadinessfortea。
　　"AwfullysorryI’mtoolatetohelpyouwithtea，dad。Ihavehadalongwalk，andquiteadeuceofatimegettinghome。"
　　"Allright，boy。Gladyouarehere。Thetoastisready，teawaitingtobeinfused。Butwhathappened？No，don’tbegintellingmetillyougetyourselfready。Buthurry，yourmeetinghourwillbeoninnotime。"
　　"Right—o，dad！Shametomakeaslaveyofyouinthisway。I’llbeoutinajiffy。"
　　Hethrewoffhiscoatandvest，shirtandcollar，tookapailofwatertoabigblockinthelittleshedattheback，sousedhisheadandshouldersinitwithloudsnortingandpuffing，andemergedinafewminuteslookingrefreshed，cleanandwholesome，hishandsomefaceshiningwithvigoroushealth。
　　Togethertheystoodatthetablewhilethesonsaidafewwordsofreverentgrace。
　　"I’mravenous，dad。What！Friedpotatoes！Oh，youareabrick。"
　　"Tired，boy？"
　　"No。Thatremindsmeofmythrillingtale，whichIshallbeginaftermythirdsliceoftoast，andnotbefore。Youcanoccupythepreciousminutes，dad，intellingmeofyourexcitementsintheofficethisafternoon。"
　　"Don’tsniffatme。Ihadafew，thoughapparentlyyouthinkitimpossibleinmyhumdrumgreylife。"
　　"Good！"saidBarry，hismouthfulloftoast。"Goon。"
　　"YoungNeilFraserisbuying，orhasjustbought，theS。Q。R。
　　ranch。Filedthetransferto—day。"
　　"NeilFraser？He’sinmytale，too。BoughttheS。Q。R。？Wheredidhegetthestuff？"
　　"Stuff？"
　　"Dough，thedirt，thewherewithal，inshortthecurrency，dad。"
　　"Barry，youareruiningyourEnglish，"saidhisfather。
　　"Yum—yum。Bully！Didyounoticethat，dad？I’mcomingon，eh？
　　OnethingIalmostprayabout，thatImightbecomeexpertinslingingthemodernjawhash。I’mappallinglycorrectinmyformsofspeech。Butgoon，dad。I’mthrowingtoomuchvocalisationmyself。YouweretellingmeaboutNeilFraser。Giveusthechorusnow。"
　　"Idon’tlikeit，boy，"saidhisfather，shakinghishead，"andespeciallyinaclergyman。"
　　"Butthat’swhereyouareoff，dad。Thetroubleis，whenIcomewithinrangeofanyofmyflockallmyflipvocabularyabsolutelyvanishes，andIfindmyselftalkinglikeaprofessorofEnglishoramaidenladyschoolma’amofverycertainage。"
　　"Idon’tlikeit，boy。CorrectEnglishistheonlyEnglishforagentleman。"
　　"Iwonder，"saidthelad。"ButIdon’twanttoworryyou，dad。"
　　"Oh，asforme，thatmattersnothingatall，butIamthinkingofyouandofyourprofession，yourstanding。"
　　"Iknowthat，dad。Isometimeswishyouwouldthinkalittlemoreaboutyourself。ButwhatofNeilFraser？"
　　"Hehascomeintosomemoney。Hehasboughttheranch。"
　　Barry’stoneexpresseddoubtfulapproval。"Neilisagoodsort，dad，awfullyreckless，butIlikehim，"saidBarry。"Heisupandupwithitall。"
　　"Now，whataboutyourafternoon？"saidhisfather。
　　"Well，tobeginwith，Ihadadoseofmyoldfriend，theenemy。"
　　"Barry，youdon’ttellme！Yourasthma！"Hisfathersatbackfromthetablegazingathimindismay。"AndIthoughtthatwasalldonewith。"
　　"SodidI，dad。Butitreallydidn’tamounttomuch。Probablysomestomachderangement，morelikelysomeofthatpollenwhichisfloatingaroundnow。Ipassedthroughabeavermeadowwheretheywerecuttinghay，andawayIwentinagaleofsneezing，fortymilesanhour。ButI’mallrightnow，dad。I’mtellingyouthetruth。YouknowIdo。"
　　"Yes，yes，Iknow，"saidhisfather，concernandreliefminglinginhisvoice，"butyoudon’tknowhowtotakecareofyourself，Barry。
　　Butgoonwithyourtale。"
　　"Well，asIwaspantingalonglikea’heaveyhorse，’asHarryHobbswouldsay，——notreallytoobad，dad，——alongcomesthatbigrancher，StewartDuff，drivinghisteamofpintobronchos，andwithhimachapnamedBayne，fromRedPineCreek。Heturnedouttobeanawfullydecentsort。AndDuff’sdog，Slipper，rangingonahead，abeautifulsetter。"
　　"Yes，Ihaveseenhim。"
　　TheydiscussedforafewmomentsthebeautiesandpointsofDuff’sSlipper，forbothwerekeensportsmen，andbothweredevotedtodogs。ThenBarrywentbacktohistaleandgaveanaccountofwhathadhappenedduringtheridehome。
　　"YouseeSlipperrangingaboutgot’onpoint’andbeautifulworkitwas，too。OutjumpedDuffwithhisgun，readytoshoot，though，ofcourse，heknewitwasoutofseasonandthathewasbreakingthelaw。Well，justasSlipperflushedthebirds，IshoutedtoDuffthathewasshootingoutofseason。Hemissed。"
　　"Oh，hewasproperlywrathfulatmyspoilinghisshot，"criedtheyoungman。
　　"Idon’tknowthatIblamehim，Barry，"saidhisfatherthoughtfully。
　　"Itisanannoyingthingtobeshoutedatwithyourgunonabird，youknow，extremelyannoying。"
　　"Buthewasbreakingthelaw，dad！"criedBarryindignantly。
　　"Iknow，Iknow。Butafterall——"
　　"But，dad，youcan’tsitthereandtellmethatyoudon’tcondemnhimforshootingoutofseason。Youknownothingmakesyoumorefuriousthanhearingaboutchapswhopotchickenoutofseason。"
　　"Iknow，Iknow，myboy。"Thefatherwasapparentlyquitedistressed。"Youarequiteright，but——"
　　"Now，dad，Iwon’thaveit！YouarenottotellmethatIhadnobusinesstostophimifIcould。Besides，thelawisthelaw，andsportissport。"
　　"Iquiteagree，Barry。Believeme，Iquiteagree。Yetallthesame，achapdoeshatetohavehisshotspoiled，andtoshoutatafellowwithhisgunonabird，——well，you’llexcuseme，Barry，butitishardlythesportingthing。"
　　"Sporting！Sporting！"saidBarry。"IknowthatIhatedtodoit，butitwasright。Besidestalkabout’sporting’——whataboutshootingoutofseason？"
　　"Yes，yes。Well，wewon’tdiscussit。Goon，Barry。"
　　"ButIdon’tlikeit，dad。Idon’tliketothinkthatyoudon’tapproveofwhatIdo。Itwasabeastlyhardthingtodo，anyway。
　　Ihadtomakemyselfdoit。Itwasmyduty。"Theyoungmansatlookinganxiouslyathisfather。
　　"Well，myboy，"saidhisfather，"Imaybewrong，butdoyouthinkyouarealwayscalledupontoremonstratewitheverylawbreaker？
　　No，listentome，"hecontinuedhurriedly。"WhatImeanis，mustyouoranyofusassumeresponsibilityforeverycriminalintheland？"
　　Barrysatsilentamoment，consideringthisproposition。
　　"IwishIknew，dad。Youknow，IhaveoftensaidthattoexcusemyselfafterIhavefunkedathing，andletsomethinggobywithoutspeakingupagainstit。"
　　"Funkedit！"
　　"Yes。Funkedstandingupfortherightthing，youknow。"
　　"Funkedit！"saidhisfatheragain。"Youwouldn’tdothat，Barry？"
　　"Oh，wouldn’tI，though？Iamafraidyoudon’tknowmeverywell，dad。However，IratherthinkIhadstartedhimupbeforethat，youknow。Youwon’tlikethiseither。ButImayaswellgothroughwithit。Youknow，hewasswearingandcursingmostawfully，justinhisordinarytalkyouknow，andthatisathingIcan’tstand，soIupandtoldhimhewasusingtoomany’damns。’"
　　"Youdid，eh？"Inspiteofhimselfthefathercouldnotkeepthesurpriseoutofhisvoice。"Well，thattooksomenerve，atanyrate。"
　　"Thereyouareagain，dad！YouthinkIhadnorighttospeak。ButsomehowIcan’thelpfeelingIwasright。Fordon’tyousee，itwouldhaveseemedabitlikeloweringtheflagtohavekeptsilent。"
　　"ThenforGod’ssakespeakout，lad！Idonotfeelquitethesamewayasyou，butitiswhatyouthinkyourselfthatmustguideyou。
　　Butgoon，goon。"
　　"Well，Iassureyouhewasinaproperrage，andifithadn’tbeenforBayneIbelievehewouldhavetrimmedmetoapeak，administeredafittingcastigation，Imean。"
　　"Hewould，eh？"saidthefatherwithagrimsmile。"Ishouldliketoseehimtry。"
　　"SoshouldI，dad，ifyouwerearound。IthinkIseeyou——feintwiththeright，thenleft，right，left！bing！bang！bung！Alloverbuttheshiver，eh，dad？Itwouldbesweet！But，"headdedregretfully，"that’stheverythingafellowcannotdo。"
　　"Cannotdo？Andwhynot，pray？Itiswhateveryfellowisindutyboundtodotoabullyofthatsort。"
　　"Yes，buttobequitefair，dad，youcouldhardlycallDuffabully。Atleast，hewasn’tbullyingme。Asamatteroffact，I
　　wasbullyinghim。Oh，Ithinkhehadreasontobeangry。Whenachapundertakestopullanotherchapupforlawbreaking，perhapsheshouldbepreparedtotaketheconsequences。Buttogoon。
　　Baynesteppedin——awfullydecentofhim，too，——whenjustatthatmoment，asnovelistssay，withstartlingsuddennessoccurredaneventthatavertedtheimpendingcalamity。AlongcameNeilFraser，noless，inthatnewcarofhis，inawhirlwindofnoiseanddust，honkinglikeaflockofwildgeese。Well，youshouldhaveseenthosebronchos。Onelurch，andwewereontheground，abeautifulupset，andthebronchosinanincipientrunaway，fortunatelycheckedbyyourhumbleservant。Duff，inanewandrealragethistime，upwithhisgunandbangedoffbothbarrelsafterthemotorcar，bythistimehonkingdownthetrail。"
　　"ByJove！hedeservedit，"saidthefather。"Thosemotorfellowsmakemelongtodomurderattimes。"
　　"That’sbecauseyouhavenocar，Dad，ofcourse。"
　　"Didhehithim，doyouthink？"
　　"No。Myarmhappenedtoflyup，thegunbangedtowardthezenith。
　　Nothingdoing！"
　　"Well，Barry，youdoseemtohaverunfoulofMr。Duff。"
　　"Threetimes，dad。Buteachtimepreventedhimfrombreakingthelawanddoinghimselfandothersinjury。Wouldyouhavelethimoffthislasttime，dad？"
　　"No，no，boy。Humanlifehasthefirstclaimuponourcare。Youdidquiteright，quiteright。Ungovernablefoolhemustbe！
　　Shouldn’tbeallowedtocarryagun。"
　　"SoBaynedeclared，"saidBarry。
　　"Well，youhavehadquiteanexcitingafternoon。Butfinishyourteaandgetreadyforthemeeting。Iwillwashup。"
　　"NotifIknowit，dad。Youtakeyoursaw—horseanddomealittleHandelorSchubert。Do，please，"entreatedhisson。"Iwantthatbeforemeetingmorethananythingelse。Iwantachangeofmood。
　　IconfessIamslightlyrattled。Myaddressisallprepared，butI
　　musthaveatmospherebeforeIgointothemeeting。"
　　Hisfathertookthe’cello，andafterafewmomentsspentincarefullytuningup，beganwithHandel’simmortalLargo，thenhewanderedintotheAdagioMovementinHaydn’sthirdSonata，fromthencetoSchubert’sImpromptuinCMinor，afterwhichhebegantheSerenade，whenhewascheckedbyhisson。
　　"No，notthat，dad，that’ssickening。IconsiderthatthemostmorallyrelaxingbitofmusicthatIknow。Itfraysthewholemoralfibre。GiveusoneofChopin’sBallades，orbetterstillabitofthatposthumousFantasieImpromptu，thelargomovement。Ah！
　　fine！fine！"
　　Heflunghisdish—clothaside，rantothepianoandbegananaccompanimenttohisfather’splaying。
　　"Now，dad，theLargooncemorebeforeweclose。"TheydidtheLargoonceandagain，thenspringingfromthepianoBarrycried：
　　"ThatLargoisameansofgracetome。Therecouldbenobetterpreparationforareligiousmeetingthanthat。Ifyouwouldonlycomeinandplayforthem，itwoulddothemmuchmoregoodthanallmypreaching。"
　　"Ifyouwouldonlytakeyourmusicseriously，Barry，"repliedhisfather，somewhatsadly，"youwouldbecomeagoodplayer，perhapsevenagreatplayer。"
　　"Andthenwhat，dad？"
　　Hisfatherwavedhimaside，puttinguphis’cello。
　　"Nousegoingintothatagain，boy。"
　　"Well，Icouldn’thavebeenagreatplayer，atanyrate，dad。"
　　"Perhapsnot，boy，perhapsnot，"saidhisfather。"Greatplayersareveryrare。Butitistimeforyourmeeting。"
　　"Soitis，dad。AwfullysorryIdidn’tfinishupthosedishes。
　　LetthemgotillIreturn。Iwishyouwould，dad，andcomealongwithme。"Hisvoicehadawistfulnoteinit。
　　"Notto—night，boy，Ithink。Wewillhavesometalkafter。Youwillonlybeanhour，youknow。"
　　"Allright，dad，"saidBarry。"Sometimeyoumaycome。"Hecouldnothidethewistfulregretofhistone。
　　"PerhapsIshall，boy，"repliedhisfather。
　　Itwastheonepointuponwhichtherewasalackofperfectharmonybetweenfatherandson。Whentheboywenttocollegeitwaswiththeintentionofenteringtheprofessionoflaw，forwhichhisfatherhadbeenreadinginhisyoungmanhoodwhenthelureofCanadaandherbroad，freeacrescaughthim，andhehadabandonedthelawandwithhiswifeandbabyboyhademigratedtobecomealandownerinthegreatCanadianwest。
　　Alas！death，thatrudespoilerofsomanyplans，brokeinuponthesanctityandperfectpeaceofthathappyranchhomeandravisheditofitstreasure，leavingabrokenheartedmanandalittleboy，orphanedandsickly，tobecaredfor。Theranchwassold，theranchermovedtothecityofEdmonton，thenceinafewyearstoalittlevillagesometwenty—fivemilesnearertotheFoothills，wherehebecametheRegistrarandHomesteadInspectorforthedistrict。
　　Herehehadlivedeversince，trainingthetorntendrilsofhisheartaboutthelad，tillpeacecamebackagain，thoughnevertheperfectjoyoftheearlierdays。EveryMayDaythetwowerewonttogouponanexpeditionmanymilesintotheFoothills，toalittle，sunnyspot，whereastrong，palisadedenclosureheldalittlegrave。Solittleitlooked，andsolonelyamidthegreathills。There，notinanabandonmentofgrief，butinlovingandgratefulremembranceofherwhosedustthelittlegravenowheld，ofwhatshehadbeentothem，andhaddoneforthem，theyspenttheday，returningtotakeupagainwithheartssolemn，tenderandchastened，thedailyroutineoflife。
　　Thathissonshouldgrowtotakeuptheprofessionoflawhadbeenthefather’sdream，butduringhisuniversitycoursetheboyhadcomeunderthecompellinginfluenceofaspiritualawakeningthatswepthimintoaworldfilledwithnewimpressionsandotherdesires。Obeyingwhathefelttobeanimperativecall，theboychosethechurchashisprofession，andaftercompletinghistheologicalcourseinthecityofWinnipeg，andspendingayearinstudyinGermany，whilestillamereyouthhehadbeenappointedasmissionarytothedistrictofwhichhisownvillagewasthecentre。
　　Butthoughwidelyseparatefromeachotherinthematterofreligion，thereweremanypointsofcontactbetweenthem。Theywerebothmenofthegreatout—of—doors，andunderhisfather’sinspirationanddirectiontheboyhadcometoloveathleticexercisesofallkinds。
　　Theywerebothmusic—mad，thefatherhavinghadinearlyyouthathoroughmusicaleducation，theboypossessingmusicaltalentofahighorder。Suchtrainingaswashishehadreceivedfromhisfather，butitwasconfinedtoonesingleinstrument，theviolin。
　　Tothisinstrument，uponwhichhisfatherhadreceivedthetuitionofareallyexcellentmaster，thesondevotedlonghoursofstudyandpracticeduringhisboyhoodyears，andhisattainmentsweresuchastogivepromiseofsomethingmorethananamateur’smasteryofhisinstrument。Hiscollegework，however，interferedwithhismusic，andtohisfather’sgreatdisappointmentandregrethewasforcedtolayasidehisstudyoftheviolin。Onthepiano，however，theboydevelopedanextraordinarypowerofimprovisationandofsightreading，andwhilehistechniquewasfaultyhisinsight，hispowerofinterpretationwerefarinexcessofmanyartistswhowerehissuperiorsinmusicalknowledgeandpowerofexecution。Manywerethehoursthefatherandsonspenttogetherthroughthelongeveningsofthewesternwinter，andamongthemanybondsthatheldtheminclosecomradeship，nonewasstrongerthantheircommondevotiontomusic。
　　Longafterhissonhaddepartedtohismeetingthefathersatdreamingoverhis’cello，wanderingamongthefamiliarbitsfromtheoldmastersasfancyledhim，norwasheawareofthelapseoftimetillhissonreturned。
　　"Hello！Nine—thirty？"heexclaimed，lookingathiswatch。"Youhavegiventhemanextradoseto—night。"
　　"Businessmeetingafterwards，whichdidn’tcomeoffafterall，"
　　saidhisson。"PostponedtillnextSunday。"Withthiscurtannouncement，andwithoutfurthercommenthesatdownathisdesk。
　　Butafterafewmomentsherosequickly，saying，"Letusdosomerealwork，dad。"
　　Hetookuphisviolin。Hisfather，whowasusedtohismoods，withoutquestionorremarkproceededtotuneup。Anhour’shardpracticefollowed，withoutwordfromeitherexceptasregardedtheworkinhand。
　　"Ifeelbetternow，dad，"saidtheyoungmanwhentheyhadfinished。
　　"Andnowforaroundwithyou。"
　　"Butwhataboutyourwind，boy？Idon’tlikethatasthmaofyoursthisafternoon。"
　　"Iamquiteallright。It’squitegone。Ifeelsureitwasthepollenfromthebeavermeadow。"
　　Theyclearedbackthetableandchairsfromthecentreoftheroom，strippedtotheirshirts，putontheglovesandwentateachotherwithvim。Theirstylewassimilar，forthefatherhadtaughtthesonallheknew，exceptthatthefather’swasthefightingandtheson’sthesparringstyle。To—nighttherolesappearedtobereversed，thesonpressinghardatthein—fighting，thefathertrustingtohisfootworkandcounteringwiththelighttouchofamanmakingpoints。
　　"YouAREboringin，aren’tyou？"saidthefather，stoppingafiercerally。
　　"Youarenotplayingup，dad，"saidhisson。"Idon’tfeellikesoftworkto—night。Cometome！"
　　"Asyousay，"repliedthefather，andforthenextfiveminutesBarryhadnoreasontocomplainofsoftwork，forhisfatherwentafterhimwithallthefightthatwasinhim，sothatinspiteofavigorousdefencethesonwasforcedtotakerefugeinarunawaygame。
　　"Nowyou’regoing！"shoutedtheson，makingafiercecounterwithhisrighttoaharddrivenleft，whichheside—stepped。Itwasafatalexposure。Likethedartofasnaketherighthandhookgothimbelowthejaw，andhewashurledbreathlessonthecouchatthesideoftheroom。
　　"Gotyounow！"saidhisfather。
　　"Notquiteyet，"criedBarry。Likeacathewasonhisfeet，breathingdeepbreaths，dodgingabout，fightingfortime。
　　"Enough！"criedhisfather，puttingdownhishands。
　　"Playup！"shoutedBarry，whowasrapidlyrecoveringhiswind。"Nosoftwork。Watchout！"