Robert Coverdale's Struggle: or, on the Wave of Success. Horatio Alger Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ in the village. Find him and get the money and then I'll talk with you."

      There was no appeal from this decision and Trafton, angry and sullen, left the tavern to look for Robert.

      CHAPTER VIII

      ROBERT BECOMES A PRISONER

      One of the most tasteful houses in Cook's Harbor was occupied in summer by the family of Theodore Irving, a Boston lawyer, who liked to have his wife and children in the country, though his business required him to spend a part of the hot season in the city.

      The oldest son, Herbert, was about a year younger than Robert, a lively boy, fond of manly sports and thoroughly democratic in his tastes. He had scraped acquaintance with our hero, making the first advances, for Robert was not disposed to intrude his company where he was not sure it would be acceptable.

      When Robert came to the village to avoid meeting his uncle. In passing by the house of Mr. Irving he attracted the attention of Herbert, who was sitting on the edge of the piazza.

      With him was another boy of about his own age, a cousin named George Randolph. He had come to Cook's Harbor to spend a fortnight with his cousin, but the latter soon found that George was very hard to entertain.

      He was seldom willing to engage in any amusement selected by his cousin, but always had some plan of his own to propose. Moreover, he was proud of his social position and always looked down upon boys whose dress indicated a humbler rank than his own.

      The two cousins were sitting on the piazza doing nothing. Herbert had proposed croquet, but George pronounced it too warm. He also declined ball for a similar reason.

      "It seems to me you are very much afraid of the sun," said Herbert.

      "I don't care to get tanned up. It looks vulgar," said George.

      "I like to have a good time, even if I do get browned up," said his cousin.

      "Then I don't agree with you," said George in a superior tone.

      Just then Robert was seen approaching.

      "There's a boy that will play with me," said Herbert, brightening up.

      "What boy?"

      "There – the one that is just coming along."

      "That boy? Why, he isn't dressed as well as our coachman's son!"

      "I can't help that; he's a nice fellow. Bob, come here; I want you."

      "You surely are not going to invite that common boy into the yard?" protested George hastily.

      "Why not? He has been here more than once."

      By this time Robert had reached the gate.

      Herbert jumped up and ran to open it.

      "I am glad to see you, Robert," said Herbert cordially. "Are you in a hurry?"

      "No, Herbert."

      "Then come in and have a game of croquet."

      "All right, but you'll easily beat me."

      "Never mind; you'll learn fast. Bob, this is my cousin, George Randolph.

      George, this is my friend, Robert Coverdale."

      George made the slightest possible inclination of the head and did not stir from where he was sitting.

      "He doesn't look very social," thought Robert, greeting his friend's visitor politely.

      "Here, Bob, select a mallet and ball. Shall I start first?"

      "If you please. Won't your cousin play?"

      "I'm very much obliged, I'm sure, for the invitation," said George, "but

      I'd rather not."

      "George is afraid of being tanned by exposure to the sun," explained

      Herbert. "I hope you are not."

      "I don't think the sun will make me any browner than I am already," said

      Robert, laughing.

      "I agree with you," said George in a sneering tone.

      Robert looked at him quickly, struck by his tone, and decided that he had no particular desire to become any better acquainted.

      The game of croquet proceeded and Herbert was an easy victor.

      "I told you I should be beaten, Herbert," said Robert.

      "Of course; I am much more used to the game than you. I will give you odds of half the game. You shall start from the other stake on the return course and I will try to overtake you."

      He came near succeeding, but Robert beat him by two wickets.

      After three games Herbert proposed ball, and Robert, who felt more at home in this game, agreed to it.

      "You'd better join us, George," said his cousin.

      "No, I thank you. I have no inclination, I assure you."

      "I don't see what fun there can be in sitting on the piazza."

      "You forget that I have an opportunity of witnessing your friend's superior playing."

      His tone made it clear to Robert that this was a sneer, but he had too much self-respect and too much regard for Herbert to take offense at it.

      "You mean my awkwardness," he said. "You are quite welcome to the amusement it must afford you."

      George arched his brows in surprise.

      "Really this ragged boy is talking to me as if he considered me his equal," he thought. "It is Herbert's fault. He should not treat him so familiarly. I really don't care to be in such company."

      "You must excuse me, Herbert," said George, rising with suitable dignity. "As you are provided with company, you can spare me. I will go into the house and read for a while."

      "Very well, George."

      "I hope I haven't driven your cousin away, Herbert," said Robert.

      "I don't care whether you have or not, Bob," said Herbert, "I'm awfully disappointed in him. Papa invited him to visit us, thinking he would be company for me, but, instead of that, he objects to everything I propose. I find it very hard to entertain him."

      "He doesn't appear to fancy me," said Robert.

      "Don't mind him, Bob. He's a mean, stuck-up fellow, if he is my cousin."

      "Perhaps he is not to blame. I am only a poor boy, belonging to a fisherman's family. I am afraid I am not a suitable associate for you or him," said Robert with proud humility.

      "No more of that talk, Bob," said Herbert. "You're suitable for me, anyhow, and I like you twice as much as my cousin. I don't care how you are dressed, as long as you are a good fellow."

      "At any rate, you are a good fellow, Herbert," said Robert warmly. "I liked you the very first day I saw you."

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