"I believe you, my boy," said Mack with emphasis and facing sharply upon
Perkins, "and if ever I do a big throw I will owe it to you."
"Oh, come off!" said Perkins, again laughing scornfully. "There are
others that know the swing besides Scotty here. What you have got you
owe to no one but yourself, Mack."
"If I beat the man McGee next week," said Mack quietly, "it will be from
what I learned to-night, and I know what I am saying. Man! it's a lucky
thing we found you. But that will do for just now. Come along to the
barn. Hooray for the pipes and the lassies! They are worth all the
hammers in the world!" And, putting his arm through Cameron's, he led
the way to the barn, followed by the others.
"If Scotty could only hoe turnips and tie wheat as well as he can play
the pipes and throw the hammer," said Perkins to the others as they
followed in the rear, "I guess he'd soon have us all leaning against the
fence to dry."
"He will, too, some day," said Tim, whose indignation at Perkins
overcame the shyness which usually kept him silent in the presence of
older men.
"Hello, Timmy! What are you chipping in for?" said Perkins, reaching for
the boy's coat collar. "He thinks this Scotty is the whole works, and he
is great too--at showing people how to do things."
"I hear he showed Tim how to hoe turnips," said one of the boys slyly.
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