But Johnny Chuck did n't even notice , and if he had he would n't have cared . That is the trouble with anger . It crowds out everything else , when it once fills the heart . When Johnny had first seen the stranger , he had thought right away that it was the old gray Chuck with whom he had had such a terrible fight the day before and whom he whipped . Perhaps that was one reason for Johnny Chuck 's terrible anger now , for the old gray Chuck had tried to drive Johnny Chuck off the Green Meadows . But when he had to stop for breath and sat up to look again , he saw that it was n't the old gray Chuck at all . It was a younger Chuck and much smaller than the old gray Chuck . It was smaller than Johnny himself . `` He 'll be all the easier to whip , '' muttered Johnny , as he started on again , never once thinking of how unfair it would be to fight with one smaller than himself . That was because he was so angry . Anger never is fair . Pretty soon he reached the lone elm-tree . The stranger was n't to be seen ! No , Sir , the stranger was n't anywhere in sight . Johnny Chuck sat up and looked this way and looked that way , but the stranger was nowhere in sight . `` Pooh ! '' said Johnny Chuck , `` He 's afraid to fight ! He 's a coward . But he ca n't get away from me so easily . He 's hiding , and I 'll find him and then -- '' Johnny did n't finish , but he ground his teeth , and it was n't a pleasant sound to hear .
So Johnny XXXXX hunted for the stranger , and the longer he hunted the angrier he grew .
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