enyon, working himself into an ungovernable passion. Oliver did not reply. "Speak, I order you!" exclaimed his step-father, stamping his frefuse to
oot. "I did not speak sooner because you called me a young reprobate, sir. I answer now that I will sooner leave your house and go out into the worobey you.
ld to shift for myself than allow Roland to trample upon me and order me about like a dog." "Enough of this! Roland, go downstairs and get my cane." Olive
uld be sweeter than to see his victorious adversary beaten in his own presence. Of course he understood that it was for this purpose his father wanted the cane. There was silence in the room while Roland was gone. Oliver was rapidly making up his mind what he wbut firm.
ould do. Roland ran upstairs with the cane. "Here it is, father," he said, extending it to Mr. Kenyon. "I will give you one more chance, Oliver," said his step-father. "You have insulted my son and rebelled against my authority, but I do not want to proceMr. Ke
ed to violence unless I am absolutely obliged to. I command you once more to go and get Roland's ball." "If you command me, sir, I must answer as I did before—I must refuse." Roland looked relieved. He feared that Oliver would yield, and so escape the beatinyon's fac