log, he walked on until he came to a rise of ground just where the road made a sudden turn.
Then he wheeled, dashed the tears away, and took a last look at the place where he was born and had always lived.
Shut in by wild and rugged mountains, far from the world's great life, humble and homely, it was still the only place on earth where the orphaned lad had felt that he had any natural right to be. And now, even this slender thread had been rudely severed by his nearest living relative.
"Good-by, old home," said he audibly, as he waved his hand in a farewell gesture. "I hate to leave you when it comes to the pinch, but if I live I'll make my way somewhere's else. There's other places beside these mountains where a boy can get on, I know."
He resumed his way, forcing back the tears, and soon found his emotions subside.
A conviction that he had acted right throughout the altercation with old Bras, helped him to bear more cheerfully the hard fact that he was not only homeless b