: Stan Lynn: A Boy's Adventures in China by Fenn George Manville Groome William H C Illustrator - Conduct of life Juvenile fiction; Fathers and sons Juvenile fiction; Adventure and adventurers Juvenile fiction; Uncles Juvenile fiction; Youth Conduct of life

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desk a tremendous bang with the big ebony ruler to frighten Stan, who began to perspire profusely, but not from alarm. His temper, that had been fast asleep, was aroused by the reception he was having, and feeling at once that life with this man would be unbearable, he spoke out at once boldly and defiantly.

"I spoke plainly enough," he said haughtily, "and you know what I said."

"Well," cried the manager, "of all the insolent young coxcombs I ever encountered, you take the prize. Do you know who I am?"

"Yes," said Stan; "my father's manager."

"Yes, sir, I am," he roared; "and I know how to manage men, let alone cocky, conceited boys. Don't you think you are coming here to lord it and set up your feathers, and crow and grow scarlet in the comb. I shall soon cut that for you, so just get ready to take your proper place at once. I'd have you to know that I have as much authority and am as much master in this solitary, out-of-the-way place as if I were a king."

"Over the Chinese coolies, perhaps," said Stan firmly, "but not over me."

"What I--Why, the boy's mad with conceit."

"No, I'm not," said Stan--"not conceited at all; and if you behave properly to me you'll find that I shall help you in every way I can."

"Behave properly! Oh, come! this is rich. Here's a boy who ought to be at school, where he would get the cane if he did not behave himself, vapouring about as if he had come to be master here. There! the sooner we understand each other the better--Mr Stanley--sir."

There was a mocking sarcasm in the delivery of these last words that made the boy writhe. But he mastered his temper bravely enough, and said coolly:

"I don't want to be called `Mr Stanley' and `sir.' I was christened Stanley, but my friends looked upon it as being too pretentious. They always call me Stan."

"Oh, I see! Thank you for the kind explanation," said the manager sarcastically. "Well, here you are; and now you are here, what do you want? I see you've brought a gun. Come snipe and duck shooting?"

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