Jimmie adroitly shifted his position until he too was playing near the perambulator, pretentiously making mince-meat out of his retainer and Tommie Semple.
Of course little Abbie had defined the meaning of Jimmie"s appearance in Oakland Park. Despite this nonchalance and grand air of accident, nothing could have been more plain. Whereupon she of course became insufferably vain in manner, and whenever Jimmie came near her she tossed her head and turned away her face, and daintily swished her skirts as if he were contagion itself. But Jimmie was happy. His soul was satisfied with the mere presence of the beloved object so long as he could feel that she furtively gazed upon him from time to time and noted his extraordinary prowess, which he was proving upon the persons of his retainer and Tommie Semple. And he was making an impression.
There could be no doubt of it. He had many times caught her eye fixed admiringly upon him as he mauled the retainer. Indeed, all the little girls gave attention to his deeds, and he was the hero of the hour.
Presently a boy on a velocipede was seen to be tooling down towards them. "Who"s this comin"?" said Jimmie, bluntly, to the Semple boy.
"That"s Horace Glenn," said Tommie, "an" he"s got a new velocipede, an" he can ride it like anything."
"Can you lick him?" asked Jimmie.
"I don"t--I never fought with "im," answered the other. He bravely tried to appear as a man of respectable achievement, but with Horace coming towards them the risk was too great. However, he added, "_Maybe_ I could."
The advent of Horace on his new velocipede created a sensation which he haughtily accepted as a familiar thing. Only Jimmie and his retainer remained silent and impa.s.sive. Horace eyed the two invaders.
"h.e.l.lo, Jimmie!"
"h.e.l.lo, Horace!"
After the typical silence Jimmie said, pompously, "I got a velocipede."
"Have you?" asked Horace, anxiously. He did not wish anybody in the world but himself to possess a velocipede.
"Yes," sang Jimmie. "An" it"s a bigger one than that, too! A good deal bigger! An" it"s a better one, too!"
"Huh!" retorted Horace, sceptically.
""Ain"t I, Clarence? "Ain"t I? "Ain"t I got one bigger"n that?"
The retainer answered with alacrity:
"Yes, he has! A good deal bigger! An" it"s a dindy, too!"
This corroboration rather disconcerted Horace, but he continued to scoff at any statement that Jimmie also owned a velocipede. As for the contention that this supposed velocipede could be larger than his own, he simply wouldn"t hear of it.
Jimmie had been a very gallant figure before the coming of Horace, but the new velocipede had relegated him to a squalid secondary position.
So he affected to look with contempt upon it. Voluminously he bragged of the velocipede in the stable at home. He painted its virtues and beauty in loud and extravagant words, flaming words. And the retainer stood by, glibly endorsing everything.
The little company heeded him, and he pa.s.sed on vociferously from extravagance to utter impossibility. Horace was very sick of it. His defence was reduced to a mere mechanical grumbling: "Don"t believe you got one "tall. Don"t believe you got one "tall."
Jimmie turned upon him suddenly. "How fast can you go? How fast can you go?" he demanded. "Let"s see. I bet you can"t go fast."
Horace lifted his spirits and answered with proper defiance. "Can"t I?" he mocked. "Can"t I?"
"No, you can"t," said Jimmie. "You can"t go fast."
Horace cried: "Well, you see me now! I"ll show you! I"ll show you if I can"t go fast!" Taking a firm seat on his vermilion machine, he pedalled furiously up the walk, turned, and pedalled back again.
"There, now!" he shouted, triumphantly. "Ain"t that fast? There, now!"
There was a low murmur of appreciation from the little girls. Jimmie saw with pain that even his divinity was smiling upon his rival.
"There! Ain"t that fast? Ain"t that fast?" He strove to pin Jimmie down to an admission. He was exuberant with victory.
Notwithstanding a feeling of discomfiture, Jimmie did not lose a moment of time. "Why," he yelled, "that ain"t goin" fast "tall! That ain"t goin" fast "tall! Why, I can go almost _twice_ as fast as that!
Almost _twice_ as fast! Can"t I, Clarence?"
The royal retainer nodded solemnly at the wide-eyed group. "Course you can!"
"Why," spouted Jimmie, "you just ought to see me ride once! You just ought to see me! Why, I can go like the wind! Can"t I, Clarence? And I can ride far, too--oh, awful far! Can"t I, Clarence? Why, I wouldn"t have that one! "Tain"t any good! You just ought to see mine once!"
The overwhelmed Horace attempted to reconstruct his battered glories.
"I can ride right over the curb-stone--at some of the crossin"s," he announced, brightly.
Jimmie"s derision was a splendid sight. "_"Right over the curb-stone!_" Why, that wouldn"t be _nothin"_ for me to do! I"ve rode mine down Bridge Street hill. Yessir! "Ain"t I, Clarence? Why, it ain"t nothin" to ride over a curb-stone--not for _me_! Is it, Clarence?"
"Down Bridge Street hill? You never!" said Horace, hopelessly.
"Well, didn"t I, Clarence? Didn"t I, now?"
The faithful retainer again nodded solemnly at the a.s.semblage.
At last Horace, having fallen as low as was possible, began to display a spirit for climbing up again. "Oh, you can do wonders!" he said, laughing. "You can do wonders! I s"pose you could ride down that bank there?" he asked, with art. He had indicated a gra.s.sy terrace some six feet in height which bounded one side of the walk. At the bottom was a small ravine in which the reckless had flung ashes and tins. "I s"pose you could ride down that bank?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""I--" HE BEGAN. THEN HE VANISHED FROM THE EDGE OF THE WALK."]
All eyes now turned upon Jimmie to detect a sign of his weakening, but he instantly and sublimely arose to the occasion. "That bank?" he asked, scornfully. "Why, I"ve ridden down banks like that many a time.
"Ain"t I, Clarence?"
This was too much for the company. A sound like the wind in the leaves arose; it was the song of incredulity and ridicule. "O--o--o--o--o!"
And on the outskirts a little girl suddenly shrieked out, "Story-teller!"
Horace had certainly won a skirmish. He was gleeful. "Oh, you can do wonders!" he gurgled. "You can do wonders!" The neighborhood"s superficial hostility to foreigners arose like magic under the influence of his sudden success, and Horace had the delight of seeing Jimmie persecuted in that manner known only to children and insects.
Jimmie called angrily to the boy on the velocipede, "If you"ll lend me yours, I"ll show you whether I can or not."
Horace turned his superior nose in the air. "Oh no! I don"t ever lend it." Then he thought of a blow which would make Jimmie"s humiliation complete. "Besides," he said, airily, ""tain"t really anything hard to do. I could do it--easy--if I wanted to."
But his supposed adherents, instead of receiving this boast with cheers, looked upon him in a sudden blank silence. Jimmie and his retainer pounced like cats upon their advantage.
"Oh," they yelled, "you _could_, eh? Well, let"s see you do it, then!
Let"s see you do it! Let"s see you do it! Now!" In a moment the crew of little spectators were gibing at Horace.
The blow that would make Jimmie"s humiliation complete! Instead, it had boomeranged Horace into the mud. He kept up a sullen muttering:
""Tain"t really anything! I could if I wanted to!"
"Dare you to!" screeched Jimmie and his partisans. "Dare you to! Dare you to! Dare you to!"
There were two things to be done--to make gallant effort or to retreat. Somewhat to their amazement, the children at last found Horace moving through their clamor to the edge of the bank. Sitting on the velocipede, he looked at the ravine, and then, with gloomy pride, at the other children. A hush came upon them, for it was seen that he was intending to make some kind of an ante-mortem statement.
"I--" he began. Then he vanished from the edge of the walk. The start had been unintentional--an accident.