The bully had disappeared.
"Oh, don't think of that," begged the girl, in a quick, anxious way. "I
don't want to set people's tongues to wagging."
"No; of course not," Eph assented, quickly.
"But, if you will escort me safe home--"
"Gladly, miss," nodded young Somers, again lifting his cap.
"Oh, that will be so kind of you," she murmured. "For I am afraid Tom
might be waiting for me, on the way to my home--"
"If he gets within hailing distance," uttered Eph, valiantly, "I'll plant
a torpedo fist under him!"
"Will you let me take your arm?" begged the girl; for, from her voice and
her slight, trim she appeared to be no more. That she was indeed afraid
was testified to by the way in which her hand trembled on his arm. It
was such a tender little hand, too! Eph was not a flirt. He did not
give much thought to girls, as a rule, but he wasn't going to see one
struck by a street bully.
So he walked along, down the side street, turning, also, at two or three
other corners, talking cheerily to make the girl forget her late fright.
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