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Several of these bunches he made, working patiently, for patience and care are as necessary in building a fire as in doing anything else, and Skipper Ed had taught him that whatever he did should be done with all the care possible.
"Sure," put in Ed Meyers, disregarding the more intimate family details. "You two get together and fix things up in shape; then you can sign up and have it off your mind so you can enjoy the festive Christmas season." Emma McChesney had been gazing out of the window to where the street- lamps were reflected in the ice-covered pavements. Now she spoke, still staring out upon the wintry street.
"Yes, dear, I realise that, and I'd like to do something for him. But Ed Brians, I can't stand. He wants to run everything in the town. He pretty nearly does, but he's not going to run my business. You mind that!" Though Lawyer Ed had completely forgotten the cause of the trouble between them, Alexander Graham had not.
"I don't think you should make a joke of death," objected Belle, pouting. "Oh, I didn't," declared Ed. "I was only trying to make a joke out of the idea of you being able to die any place. You never will, Belle. You will go on being nice forever, like the brook." The crowd had now scattered, so that the girls might make their way along to camp without brushing through the throng.
"They're off!" shouted the chorus from the hay wagon, and then Chelton folks were treated to a sight the like of which they had never before witnessed. It was the first official tour of the original motor girls. "No BOYS, eh?" shouted Ed from his "perch" in the hay. "Aren't they dreadful?" exclaimed Daisy with doubtful sincerity. "Hope mother doesn't hear of it," replied Maud.
Father Tracy had promised to see to it that his flock voted the right way, and Jock McPherson had declared himself on the side of the temperance cause. Whatever Lawyer Ed may have had to do with influencing his fellow Irishmen, he could take no credit for Jock's conversion.
His laugh broke the tension of the moment. "It's Denver Ed and Poker Charley," he said to Benham. "It's likely they've been caught cheating and have been invited to make themselves scarce." And he laughed again, with slight contempt, at Benham's sigh of relief. The mass surged around the rear coach of the train.
This is only one catch," and the inspector laughed unpleasantly. "They are actually going to tour the lake with us," declared Ed. "If that isn't nerve!" "Don't complain," cautioned Cora, "perhaps the longer the run the lighter the fine. And we are just waiting for our next allowance." "And, being a pretty motor-boat, they will make it a pretty fine," mused Walter.
Alaire regarded him speculatively, then shook her head as if in answer to some thought. In an obvious and somewhat too mellow effort to be friendly, Ed continued: "Don't let's go on like this, Alaire. You blame me for going away so much, but, good Lord! when I'm home I feel like an interloper. You treat me like a cow-thief." "I'm sorry. I've tried to be everything I should. I'm the interloper."
"Crank up, Walter. Few persons go over that road in the afternoon, and maybe we can find it." "Oh, I assure you that it's useless," declared Ed. "I am only waiting here to report the matter to Chief Jenkins, and then I'm going to telephone the officials at the bank in New City, as I promised I would." "Can't you stop payment?" asked Jack.
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