St. George Rathborne, My Hildegarde
“ Now and then I bawled out which turn Robbins was to make, who galloped in the van with the little dark-faced girl, for he was a complete stranger in Bolivar, while I had haunted almost every street in the days of my idling.Once I saw a dark figure rise up ahead as if about to seize upon the mate, doubtless thinking all that came to his net fair prey.Poor fool! He did not know that it would have been [Pg 63] better for him to have run up against a steam engine than that son of Neptune, with his sledgehammer fist. ”
