It wouldn't be safe for
Donald to make Oka Sayye hate him. He had far better try to make
him his friend and put a spirit of honest rivalry into his heart;
but come to think of it, there wasn't anything like that in my
one look into Oka Sayye's eyes. I don't know what it was, but
whatever it was it was something repulsive."
With this thought in her mind Linda walked slowly as she
approached the high school the next time. Far down the street,
over the walks and across the grounds, her eyes were searching
eagerly for the tall slender figure of Donald Whiting. She did
not see him in the morning, but at noon she encountered him in
the hall.
"Looking for you," he cried gaily when he saw her. "I've got my
pry in on Trig. The professor's interested. Dad fished out an
old Trig that he used when he was a boy and I have some new
angles that will keep my esteemed rival stirring up his gray
matter for some little time."
"Good for you! Joyous congratulations! You've got the idea!"
cried Linda. "Go to it! Start something all along the line, but
make it something founded on brains and reason and common sense.
But, Donald, I was watching for you. I wanted to say a word."
Donald Whiting bent toward her. The faintest suspicion of a
tinge of color crept into his cheeks.
"That's fine," he said. "What was it you wanted?"
"Only this," she said in almost a breathless whisper. "There is
nothing in California I am afraid of except a Jap, and I am
afraid of them, not potentially, not on account of what all of us
know they are planning in the backs of their heads for the
future, but right here and now, personally and physically.
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