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Detweiler was forever at his heels and Mr. Detweiler's voice was forever raised in criticism or instruction. More than once Clint felt like giving up. Toward the end of that first week it seemed to him that the coach paid no heed to anyone but just Clint Thayer and that nothing Clint Thayer did was ever quite right! But he never did give up, however.
It was evident to Clint that his room-mate was a popular chap, for everyone seemed thoroughly glad to see him. "Come here, Amy," called a big fellow who was sprawled in a Morris chair. Amy good-naturedly obeyed the summons and the big fellow pulled up a leg of the other boy's trousers. "They're grey, fellows," he announced sorrowfully. "Someone's gone and died, and Amy's in mourning!"
Lawyer Brown believed the boy to be a restless and dangerous spirit, but he said to Bradley: "I've no doubt the boy was provoked by Clint, who is a worthless bully, but we must face the fact that young Excell bears a bad name. He has been in trouble a great many times, and the prosecution will make much of that.
He thought you was a tough, but he didn't mind that no more than I did. It ain't for us to say what we're goin' to be, not always. Things in life git stronger than we are. You was a tough, but who's goin' to judge you? I ain't; for Clint took to you, Sinnet, an' he never went wrong in his thinkin'. God! he was wife an' child to me an' he's dead dead dead!"
Two of the customers, having finished breakfast, made known their intention of visiting the scene of the crime, and went out. At the first table inside the door two boys were regarding each other with round and inquiring eyes. "Do you suppose " began Clint. But Amy hissed him to silence. "Wait till we hear more," he cautioned.
They call him 'Babe' Beaufort; this fellow, I mean, not his father; probably because he's so big." "He looks like a walrus," commented Clint. Further confidences were impossible, for the approaching couple were now within earshot and had caught sight of the boys by the rock. Dreer spoke to Beaufort softly and the latter turned a quick, curious look toward the boys under the ledge.
"I don't play well enough. You see, I've kept thinking that some day I'd be able to get instruction, but I never have yet; except a few lessons a fellow in Parkerstown gave me one Summer. I just scrape; that's all." "I've always thought," fibbed Clint stoutly, "that you played finely!" "I've always thought I could if I'd had instruction," replied Penny wistfully. "I sort of love it.
I was off my head I'd never cared for any woman before, and Greevy was her father. Clint was off his head too. He had called me names that day a cardsharp, and a liar, and a thief, and a skunk, he called me, and I hated him just then. Greevy fired twice wide. He didn't know but what he killed Clint, but he didn't. I did. So I tried to stop you, Buck "
"Yes, can we have something pretty quick?" asked Clint. "We're nearly starved." "Well, I ain't got anything cooked, but the fire's coming up fast and it won't take long. What would you want?" They made known their wishes and the little man leisurely vanished again. A clock above the counter announced the time to be twenty-five minutes to seven.
Whom is Florence to marry?" "Mr. Bines, to be sure! Where have you been? You know she was on his yacht a whole month last summer the bishop's sister was with her highly scandalised all the time by the drinking and gaiety, and now every one's looking for the engagement to be announced. Here, what did I do with that Town Topics Cousin Clint left? There it is on the tabouret.
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