urn out?"

"I won't till I get ready."

"Go 'long, Dobbin!" was Harry's sole reply. And his horse was put in
motion.

The natural result followed. The grocery wagon was strongly made, and
fitted for rough usage. The buggy was of light structure, built for
speed, and was no match for it. The two carriages locked wheels. That of
the wagon was unharmed, but the wheel of the buggy came off.

The horse darted forward. Philip was thrown out at the side, aiming an
ineffectual blow with his whip at Harry, as he found himself going, and
landed in a half stunned condition on the grass at the side.

Harry kept on until his wagon was clear of the wreck of the buggy, and
then halting it, jumped oft to find the extent of Philip's injuries.

The latter's horse, which had by a violent jerk freed himself from the
shafts, was galloping up the road.

CHAPTER II

SIGNS OF A TEMPEST

"Are you hurt, Philip?" asked Harry, anxiously, as he bent over the
prostrate form of his antagonist.

As he opened his eyes and saw the face of Harry bending over him, all
came back to him, and his animosity revived.

"Get away from me!" he exclaimed furiously, as he staggered to his
feet.

"I certainly will, if you don't need help," said Harry, glad that Philip
had suffered no harm.

"Where is my horse?" demanded Philip.

"He has run away."

"And it's all your fault!" exclaimed Philip, angrily. "My buggy's
broken, too, and all because you ran into me, you beggar!"

"I wouldn't allow you to call me names if you hadn't been punished
already for your unreasonable conduct," said Harry, calmly. "Whatever
has happened you brought upon yourself."

"Catch my horse!" ordered Philip, with the air of a master addressing a
servant.

"I've got something else to do," said Harry, coolly, and he sprang into
the store wagon.

"Are you going to drive off and leave me here?" demanded Philip,
enraged.

"I must, for my time isn't my own. It belongs to Mr. Mead. I would help
you otherwise--though you are to blame for what has happened."

"You will suffer for this!" exclaimed the rich man's son, gazing at his
broken buggy in helpless anger. "You'll have to pay for all the damage
you have done!"

"You can go to law about it, if you want to," said Harry, as he gathered
the reins into his hands, and he drove off. "I've a good defense."

To Philip's disgust, Harry drove off, leaving him alone with his
disable