Such, at least, was her dimly realized conception resultant upon the boy's bald, stammering confession.
But how could her dear Dammy be a _coward_--the vilest thing on earth! He who was willing to fight anyone, ride anything, go anywhere, act anyhow.

Dammy the boxer, fencer, rider, swimmer.

Absurd! Think of the day "the Cads" had tried to steal their boat from them when they were sailing it on the pond at Revelmead.

There had been five of them, two big and three medium.

Dam had closed the eye of one of them, cut the lip of another, and knocked one of the smaller three weeping into the dust.
They had soon cleared off and flung stones until Dam had started running for them and then they had fled altogether.
Think of the time when she set fire to the curtains.