CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was noon next day when Angus Burke and Dave Wilkins arrived at their destination—the mid-Ohio village of Emporia. During their waking hours there had been little conversation between them— but it seemed to Dave Wilkins that the boy’s eyes never left his face.
“Angus,” he said, as they drew near the town, “this is going to be just as if you were born all over again; do you understand? As if you were somebody else. You’re going to be on an equal footing with other boys and have an equal chance…. I want you to forget all about Rainbow.”
It was a moment before Angus replied, “I—don’t want to fergit…. I want to remember—you.”
“Yes, Angus,” Dave said, “you are to remember me.”
The boy showed no curiosity when they alighted. He did not look about him as the ordinary boy would have done upon entering a new town; rather, he pressed closer to Dave’s side, and kept his eyes on the walk as they pro-
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