"
"I've thought of you so often since I tried to spur you to beat
Oka Sayye," said Linda. "I feel a sort of responsibility for
you. It's to the honor and glory of all California, and the
United States, and the white race everywhere for you to beat him,
but if any harm should come to you I would always feel that I
shouldn't have urged it."
"Now that's foolishness," said Donald earnestly. "If I am such a
dub that I didn't have the ambition to think up some way to beat
a Jap myself, no matter what happens you shouldn't regret having
been the one to point out to me my manifest duty. Dad is a
Harvard man, you know, and that is where he's going to send me,
and in talking about it the other night I told him about you, and
what you had said to me. He's the greatest old scout, and was
mightily interested. He went at once and opened a box of books
in the garret and dug out some stuff that will be a big help to
me. He's going to keep posted and see what he can do; he said
even worse things to me than you did; so you needn't feel that
you have any responsibility; besides that, it's not proved yet
that I can beat Oka Sayye."
"Yes, it is!" said Linda, sending a straight level gaze deep into
his eyes. "Yes, it is! Whenever a white man makes up his mind
what he's going to do, and puts his brain to work, he beats any
man, of any other color. Sure you're going to beat him."
"Fat chance I have not to," said Donald, laughing ruefully.
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