We were trying to hide our pain from each other when we said good-by.

How quickly my uncle turned away and walked toward the sheds! He came rarely to the village of Canton after that.
I was going home at noon one day and while passing a crowd of boys I was shoved rudely into the fence.

Turning, I saw Henry Wills and my fist flashed to his face.

He fell backward and rising called me a thief and the son of a thief.

He had not finished the words when I was upon him.
The others formed a ring around us and we began a savage battle.