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“Why, I wonder? She used to watch us at it and laugh.”,Billy read the note several times. He knew that Jimmy meant much more than the words said; it was his offer of the “olive branch.” And Billy, thinking over that miserable afternoon, wondered again how it had been possible for him to feel such murderous hate for anything living. And for Jimmy! His mate at school, in play! The picture came to him of Jackson crying, of Vilette,—yes, it was not strange he had been angry. But it was not his duty to punish; even if it had been, he knew he had forgotten Jackson and Vilette, forgotten everything except the rage of the fight. Why was it? Older heads than Billy’s have asked in sorrow that same question after the madness of some angry deed has passed to leave in its wake sleepless remorse.,CHAPTER VII THE FIGHT,As he reached for his cap a door opposite the one through which he had passed opened, and the grey head of the sexton appeared.,“No, no, mother! This is business for only Bouncer and me.” He caught up the cut handkerchief and called the dog before his mother could hinder. “Find her, Bouncer! Find May Nell! Sic ’em!” he shouted, and set off heedless of his mother’s continued protestations, after the bounding dog.,“Your mamma said I was to ask no questions, and I shall obey; but I do wish I knew how I could help you.” She touched the bandage that bound his head. “Does it hurt you awfully much, Billy? I’m so sorry. My eyes ache me, too, for looking at you.”,Dim religious lights from stained glass windows shone through the church and falling on the boy chilled him to the marrow.,“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence.,“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,“Oh, she’ll eat when she gets hungry, never fear.”,That was not difficult, for the soft silk slipped into a knot as strong as if tied in hemp.,“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”.