food, and have my friends driven away, and insulted! I won't
stand it! I know what's wrong! I see things the way they are! And I'm
not going to put up with them! No girl could bear what you ask me to
bear! This flat! My room! The way I have to work--at the factory, and
then here, too! And no butter! No fruit! And the mean snarling,
snarling, snarling! And never a cent for myself!"

It had all come pouring out, her voice high, almost hysterical. And if
it surprised Johnnie, who had never before seen Cis other than quiet and
gentle and sweet, modest, wistful and shrinking, it appalled Barber.
Those eyes of his bulged still more. His great mouth stood wide open.

Presently, he straightened and looked up and around. "Well, I guess I
see what's got t' be done," he remarked casually.

The strap--it was Johnnie's first thought; Barber was getting ready to
whip Cis! Never before had the boy seen her threatened, and the mere
idea was beyond his enduring. "Oh, Mister Barber!" he protested. "Oh,
what y' goin' t' do?"

For an answer, the longshoreman swung a big arm over his own head and
gave such a mighty pull at the clothesline that it came loose from its
fastening at either end.

"Cis! He'll kill y'!" cried the boy, suddenly terror-stricken.

Girls could be brave! Father Pat had said it, and Edith Cavell had
proved it. Cis was proving it, too! For now she rose once more, and
though she was trembling, it was only with anger, not with fear. "He can
kill me if he wants to!" she cried defiantly. "But he can't make me mind
him, and he can't make me stay in this flat!"

Then Johnnie knew what he must do: bear himself like the scout he was so
soon to be. Also, was he not the son of his father? And his father had
been braver than any scout. So he himself must be extra brave. He flung
himself against Barber, and clung to him, his arms wound round one
massive leg. "Oh, Mister Barber!" he entreated. "Don't hurt Cis! Lick
me! Lick me!"

But Barber could not be easily diverted from his plan. "You git out o'
my way!" he ordered fiercely. A heave of one big leg, and he slung the
boy to one side--without even turning to look at him as he fell. Then
again he turned to Cis.

"You keep your hands off of me!" she warned. "If you touch me, you'll be
sorry!--Oh, I hate you! I hate you! _I hate you!_"

Barber laughed. "So y' hate me, do y'?" he demanded. "And y' ain't goin'
t' stay one more night! Well, maybe y'll change y'r mind! Ha! ha! h