Then they went fishing and landed three
black bass.
Douglas Bruce did not mind one day so much, but he resented two. When he
greeted Mickey that morning it was not with the usual salutation of his
friends, so the boy knew there was something not exactly right. He was not
feeling precisely jovial himself. He was under suspended judgment. He knew
that when Mr. Bruce had time to think, and talk over the situation with
Miss Winton, both of them might very probably agree with the woman who
said the law would take Lily from him and send her to a charity home for
children.
Mickey, with his careful drilling on the subject, was in rebellion. _How_
could the law take Lily from him? Did the law know anything _about_ her?
Was she in the _care_ of the law when he found her? Wouldn't the law have
allowed her to _die_ grovelling in filth and rags, inside a few more
hours? He had not infringed on the law in any way; he had merely saved a
life the law had forgotten to save. Now when he had it in his possession
and in far better condition than he found it, how had the law _power_ to
step in and rob him?
Mickey did not understand, while there was nothing in his heart that could
teach him.
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