"Well, don't bite my head off, old man," replied Ola. "I haven't
hurt your fool of a boy. I have only been joking with him."
"I don't think you are troubled with overmuch wit yourself,
judging by the style of your jokes," was Grim's cool retort.
The company, who
plainly saw that Ola was
trying to
wriggle out
of his difficulty, but were
anxious not to lose an exciting
scene, screamed with
laughter again; but this time at the bully's
expense. The blood mounted to his head, and his anger got the
better of his natural
cowardice. Instead of sneaking off, as he
had intended, he wheeled about on his heel and stood for a moment
irresolute, clinching his fist in his pocket.
"Why don't you take your lunkhead of a son home to his mother, if
he isn't bright enough to understand fun!" he shouted.
"Now let me see if you are bright enough to understand the same
kind of fun," cried Grim. Whereupon he knocked off Ola's cap,
rumpled his hair, and gave his nose such a pull that it was a
wonder it did not come off.
The bully, taken by surprise, tumbled a step
backward, but
recovering himself, struck Grim in the face with his clinched
fist. At this moment. Bonnyboy, who had scarcely taken in the
situation; jumped up and screamed, "Sit down, Ola Klemmerud, sit
down!"
The effect of this
abruptexclamation was so
comical, that people
nearly fell from their benches as they writhed and roared with
laughter.
Bonnyboy, who had risen to go to his father's
assistance, paused
in
astonishment in the middle of the floor. He could not
comprehend, poor boy, why everything he said provoked such
uncontrollable mirth. He surely had no
intention of being funny.
So, taken aback a little, he
repeated to himself, half
wonderingly, with an
abrupt pause after each word,
"Sit--down--Ola--Klemmerud--sit--down!"
But Ola Klemmerud, instead of sitting down, hit Grim
repeatedly
about the face and head, and it was
evident that the elder man,
in spite of his strength, was not a match for him in alertness.
This dawned
presently upon Bonnyboy's slow
comprehension, and his
good-natured smile gave way to a flush of
excitement. He took
two long strides across the floor, pushed his father gently
aside, and stood facing his
antagonist. He
repeated once more
his
invitation to sit down; to which the latter responded with a
slap which made the sparks dance before Bonnyboy's eyes. Now
Bonnyboy became really angry. Instead of returning the slap, he
seized his enemy with a sudden and
mighty grab by both his
shoulders, lifted him up as if he were a bag of hay, and put him
down on a chair with such force that it broke into splinters
under him.
"Will you now sit down?" said Bonnyboy.
Nobody laughed this time, and the bully, not
daring to rise,
remained seated on the floor among the ruins of the chair.
Thereupon, with imperturbable
composure, Bonnyboy turned to his
father, brushed off his coat with his hands and smoothed his
disordered hair. "Now let us go home, father," he said, and
taking the old man's arm he walked out of the room. But hardly
had he crossed the
threshold before the astonished company broke
into cheering.
"Good for you, Bonnyboy!" "Well done, Bonnyboy!" "You are a
bully boy, Bonnyboy!" they cried after him.
But Bonnyboy
strodecalmly along, quite
unconscious of his
triumph, and only happy to have
gotten his father out of the room
safe and sound. For a good while they walked on in silence.
Then, when the effect of the
excitement had begun to wear away,
Grim stopped in the path, gazed admiringly at his son, and said,
"Well, Bonnyboy, you are a queer fellow."
"Oh, yes," answered Bonnyboy, blushing with
embarrassment (for
though he did not
comprehend the remark, he felt the approving
gaze); "but then, you know, I asked him to sit down, and he
wouldn't."
"Bless your
innocent heart!" murmured his father, as he gazed at
Bonnyboy's honest face with a mingling of
affection and pity.
IV.