Andy withdrew a little, and did not offer to hold him down, as Godfrey would have been sure to do under similar circumstances.  “Have you got enough?” he asked.

“That wasn’t fair,” exclaimed Godfrey, jumping up hastily, deeply mortified because he had been worsted in the presence of John, who, sooth to say, rather enjoyed his young master’s overthrow.

He rushed impetuously at Andy, but he was blinded by his own impetuosity, and his adversary, who kept cool and self-possessed, had, of course, the advantage.  So the engagement terminated as before—­Godfrey was stretched once more on the sidewalk.  He was about to renew the assault, however, when there was an interruption.  This interruption came in the form of Colonel Preston himself, who was returning from a business meeting of citizens interested in establishing a savings bank in the village.

“What’s all this, Godfrey?” he called out, in a commanding tone.

Godfrey knew that when his father spoke he must obey, and he therefore desisted from the contemplated attack.  He looked up at his father and said, sulkily: 

“I was punishing this Irish boy for his impertinence.”

John grinned a little at this way of putting it, and his father said: 

“It looked very much as if he were punishing you.”

“I didn’t get fair hold,” said Godfrey, sulkily.

“So he was impertinent, was he?  What did he say?”

“He said I was no gentleman.”

Andy Burke listened attentively to what was said, but didn’t attempt to justify himself as yet.

“I have sometimes had suspicions of that myself,” said his father, quietly.

Though Godfrey was an only son, his father was sensible enough to be fully aware of his faults.  If he was indulged, it was his mother, not his father, that was in fault.  Colonel Preston was a fair and just man, and had sensible views about home discipline; but he was overruled by his wife, whose character may be judged from the fact that her son closely resembled her.  She was vain, haughty, and proud of putting on airs.  She considered herself quite the finest lady in the village, but condescended to associate with the wives of the minister, the doctor, and a few of the richer inhabitants, but even with them she took care to show that she regarded herself superior to them all.  She was, therefore, unpopular, as was her son among his companions.  However, these two stood by each other, and Mrs. Preston was sure to defend Godfrey in all he did, and complained because his father did not do the same.

“I didn’t think you’d turn against me, and let a low boy insult me,” complained Godfrey.

“Why do you call him low?”

“Because he’s only an Irish boy.”

“Some of our most distinguished men have been Irish boys or of Irish descent.  I don’t think you have proved your point.”

“He’s a beggar.”

“I’m not a beggar,” exclaimed Andy, speaking for the first time.  “I never begged a penny in all my life.”