Nevertheless,
remember that on or before Monday morning next, you will be
expected to appear at Elder Peck's, and I fear that, in case you
fail, the messenger next arriving will be one much less friendly
than myself. Come now, Rolf, be a good lad, and remember that in
your new home you will at least be living for the glory of God."
Then, with a friendly nod, but an expression of sorrow, the
large, black messenger turned and tramped away.
Rolf slowly, limply, sank down on a rock and stared at the fire.
After awhile Quonab got up and began to prepare the mid-day meal.
Usually Rolf helped him. Now he did nothing but sullenly glare
at the glowing coals. In half an hour the food was ready. He
ate little; then went away in the woods by himself. Quonab saw
him lying on a flat rock, looking at the pond, and throwing
pebbles into it. Later Quonab went to Myanos. On his return he
found that Rolf had cut up a great pile of wood, but not a word
passed between them. The look of sullen anger and rebellion on
Rolf's face was changing to one of stony despair. What was
passing in each mind the other could not divine.
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