Now Dan had never struck Snowball in his life, and he would as soon
have struck his own brother--but he must not be told that he couldn't.
His face flamed and little Hotspur that he was, he drew his fist back
and hit Chad full in the chest. Chad leaped back to avoid the blow,
tumbling Snowball down the bank; the two clinched, and, while they
tussled, Chad heard the other brother clambering over the rocks, the
beat of hoofs coming toward him on the turf, and the little girl's cry:

"Don't you DARE touch my brother!"

Both went down side by side with their head just hanging over the bank,
where both could see Snowball's black wool coming to the surface in the
deep hole, and both heard his terrified shriek as he went under again.
Chad was first to his feet.

"Git a rail!" he shouted and plunged in, but Dan sprang in after him.
In three strokes, for the current was rather strong, Chad had the kinky
wool in his hand, and, in a few strokes more, the two boys had Snowball
gasping on the bank. Harry, the taller brother, ran forward to help
them carry him up the bank, and they laid him, choking and bawling, on
the grass. Whip in one hand and with the skirt of her long black
riding-habit in the other, the little girl stood above, looking
on--white and frightened. The hullabaloo had reached the house and
General Dean was walking swiftly down the hill, with Snowball's mammy,
topped by a red bandanna handkerchief, rushing after him and the
kitchen servants following.

"What does this mean?" he said, sternly, and Chad was in a strange awe
at once--he was so tall, and he stood so straight, and his eye was so
piercing. Few people could lie into that eye. The little girl spoke
first--usually she does speak first, as well as last.

"Dan and--and--that boy were fighting and they pushed Snowball into the
creek."

"Dan was teasin' Snowball," said Harry the just.

"And that boy meddled," said Dan.

"Who struck first?" asked the General, looking from one boy to the
other. Dan dropped his eyes sullenly and Chad did not answer.

"I wasn't goin' to hit Snowball," said Dan.

"I thought you wus," said Chad.

"Who struck first?" repeated the General, looking at Dan now.

"That boy meddled and I hit him."

Chad turned and answered the General's eyes steadily.

"I reckon I had no business meddlin'!"

"He tried to give sister a fish."

That was unwise in Dan--Margaret's chin lifted.

"Oh," she said, "that was it, too, was it? W