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Thus did Eskew Arp on the verge of parting this life render justice. The gate clicked, and Ariel saw Eugene approaching through the shrubbery. One of his hands was bandaged, a thin strip of court-plaster crossed his forehead from his left eyebrow to his hair, and his thin and agitated face showed several light scratches. "I saw you come out," he said. "I've been waiting to speak to you."
"Everything to do with it, sir," Mr. Arp retorted. "It's plain as day to anybody with eyes and sense." "Then I wish you'd p'int it out," said Buckalew, "if you've got either." "By the Almighty, Squire" Mr. Arp turned in his chair with sudden heat "if I'd lived as long as you " "You have," interrupted the other, stung. "Twelve years ago!" "If I'd lived as long as you," Mr.
Arp, who had little desire to recall such waste of silver, admitted more than he had intended: that he had purchased a ticket and gone in to see the Spotted Wild Boy, halting in his description of this marvel with the unsatisfactory and acrid statement that the Wild Boy was "simply SPOTTED," and the stung query, "I suppose you know what a spot IS, Squire?"
"I think you always will be." "But, oh! I wish," she went on, "that Mr. Arp could have lived to see you come down the Court-house steps." "God bless him!" said Joe. "I can hear the 'argument'!" "Those dear old men have been so loyal to you, Joe." "No," he returned; "loyal to Eskew." "To you both," she said.
The outbreak subsided as suddenly as it had arisen: Colonel Flitcroft pulled Mr. Arp down into his chair again, and it was all over. Greater heat than that of these blazing days could not have kept one of the sages from attending the conclave now. For the battle was on in Canaan: and here, upon the National House corner, under the shadow of the west wall, it waxed even keener.
That seemed to make it more difficult for the others; the three white heads bent silently over the fourth upon the pillow; and Ariel saw waveringly, for her eyes suddenly filled, that the Colonel laid his unsteady hand upon Eskew's, which was outside the coverlet. "It's it's not," said the old soldier, gently "it's not on on both sides, is it, Eskew?" Mr. Arp moved his hand slightly in answer.
Joe placed him now. The Sov-world representative he'd met at Balt Haer's table in the Upper bar a couple of days ago. What was his name? Colonel Arp
"Leg's gone to sleep," he explained, in response to her startled exclamation; but, like a great soul, ignoring the accident of his position as well as the presence of Mr. Arp, he immediately proceeded: "Will you go riding with me to-morrow afternoon?" "Aren't you very good-natured, Mr. Flitcroft?" she asked, with an odd intonation.
She leaned a little closer to him, smiling angelically. "Ah, Mr. Arp," she cried, "I know your secret: you ADMIRE me!" He rose, confused and incoherent, as full of denial as a detected pickpocket. "I DON'T! Me ADMIRE? WHAT? It's an ornery world," he protested. "I don't admire any human that ever lived!" "Yes, you do," she persisted. "I've just proved it!
I'll bet you a straight five-cent Peek-a-Boo cigar there ain't ary nigger on the whole train, except the sleepin'-car porters." "What kind of a way to argue is that?" demanded Mr. Arp, hotly. "Bettin' ain't proof, is it? Besides, that's the through express from the East. I meant trains from the South." "You didn't say so," retorted Buckalew, triumphantly.
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