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It stuck in Captain Cai's conscience, however, and pricked it while he smoked, that he had given Mrs Bosenna a wrong impression of his friend. `Bias a mere prize-fighter! `Bias of all people! But that is what comes of laying stress on one particular accomplishment of an Admirable Crichton.
But he too began to suspect a game. "Sixty-five!" The duel had become triangular. "Seventy!" "Eighty!" intoned 'Bias. "A hundred!" Cai's jaw was set. By this time all heads were turned to the new competitors. Two or three of the farmers were whispering, asking if by any chance there was mineral in dispute.
"Well, then, I hope it is true." "'Tis nothing of the sort," snapped Mr Rogers. Seeing how Captain Cai's face fell, he added, "I may be wrong, o' course, but I reckon there was two tenants, and they wanted a cottage apiece." "Ah, to be sure!" agreed the honest captain, visibly relieved. But the Quaymaster persisted.
He, likewise, had cast coat and waistcoat aside: his hat he had entrusted to an unknown backer. He saw nothing, as he came, but the line of the furrow he prayed to achieve. "Captain Hocken!" She stepped forward hardily, holding up a hand, and Cai's team, too, came to a halt as if ashamed. "What what is the meaning of this foolishness?"
As I was tellin' him, when I heard your tap here at the window " "But I don't and I wasn' tappin' for you, either." "Appears not," said Mr Philp, with a glance at the empty glass in Cai's hand. "Where is he? Still in the garden, d'ye say?" "Ay: somewheres down by the summer-house.
On this occasion they played so abominably as to surprise themselves and each other. Dinah did not profess to be an expert, and Cai's blunders were mostly lost on her. But 'Bias disgraced himself before his partner, who neither reproached him nor once missed a trick. "I can't tell what's come over me to-night," he confessed at the end of the second rubber.
"Found what?" "Your papers! . . . I couldn' sleep till I told you: and I had to fetch Mr Benny along here he is!" "Good evening, Captain," spoke up Mr Peter Benny, stepping out into the roadway from the doorway where he had been explaining to 'Bias. "It's all right, sir. Your papers are found." "Good evening, Benny! Tis kind of you, surely," Cai's voice trembled a little.
But when at intervals one or the other opened his mouth, his utterance, though it took the form of a comment upon men and affairs, was in truth but the breathing of a deep inward content. On the table between them Captain Cai's musical box tinkled the waltz from "Faust." They had become house-occupiers early in May, and at first with a few bare sticks of furniture a-piece.
"Yes, he's clever," growled 'Bias, unappeased. "Oh, he's monstrous clever, ma'am, is Caius Hocken! Such a friend, too! . . . And now, perhaps, he'll explain how it happened he bein' so clever and such a friend as he didn't find this out two nights ago and warn me?" "I did warn ye, 'Bias," Cai's face had gone white under the taunt.
In old days in Captain Cai's young days it ran up for half a mile or more to an embanked mill-pool and a mill-wheel lazily turning: and Rilla Farm had in those days been Rilla Mill, with a farmstead attached as the miller's parergon. But the railway had swept away mill-pool and wheel: and Rilla was now Rilla Farm.
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