Godd, it seemed right behind his ear, and
Peter ran down the driveway as he had seldom run in his life before.
Every now and then Mr. Godd would shoot out another kick, but he had
to stop slightly to do this, and Peter gained just enough to keep
the kicks from reaching him. So at last the pursuer gave up, and
Peter dashed thru the gates of the Godd estate and onto the main
highway.
Then he looked over his shoulder, and seeing that Mr. Godd was a
safe distance away, he stopped and turned and shook his clenched
fist with the menace of a street-rat, shrieking, "Damn you! Damn
you!" A whirlwind of impotent rage laid hold upon him. He shouted
more curses and menaces, and among them some strange, some almost
incredible words. "Yes, I'm a Red, damn your soul, and I'll stay a
Red!"
Yes, Peter Gudge, the friend of law and order, Peter Gudge, the
little brother to the rich, shouted, "I'm a Red, and what's more,
we'll blow you up some day for this--Mac and me'll put a bomb under
you!" Mr. Godd turned and stalked with contemptuous dignity back to
his own private domestic controversy.
Peter walked off down the road, rubbing his sore trousers and
sobbing to himself. Yes, Peter understood now exactly how the Reds
felt.
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