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And now Farwell clutched his thin hands on the table to stay their trembling as he went on: "I loved the woman in the case. That sounds strange to you, but it's the only thing I warn you not to laugh at! I loved her because she was beautiful, fascinating, and as as bad as I. I knew the poor creature had never had half a show. She was born in evil and exploited from the cradle up.
So he said: "It isn't business, but to oblige you, Farwell all right, I'll take the chance that he won't accept. But it's sudden death, mind. No dickering. He accepts, or he doesn't. If not, he'll get just dry-belt prices with the rest when they surrender."
"Come along, Casey," McHale urged. "We ain't got too much time." "Time or not, we can't have Farwell hurt. You go. I'll be after you in a minute." "If you stay we all stay," said McHale. "Let him take his chance. Come on!" "Git, I tell you," Casey insisted. "I've got to keep him where he is till the first shot goes." He called out: "All right, Mr. Farwell. You don't need to come. I'll be there."
Whereat his assistant, who had very good ears, grinned internally, though outwardly he kept a decorous face. He did not expect his chief back till late. But Farwell returned early, and spent a busy half hour in blowing up everybody from Keeler down. On this occasion he had not seen Sheila at all. She and Casey Dunne, so Mrs. McCrae informed him, were at the latter's ranch. Mr.
"I had no idea girls did anything as strenuous as this." "You must be tired out?" Mrs. Farwell said, "and you'll catch cold. Do hurry back to school and change." Polly and Lois started. "I wish Jim had been here," Lois called over her shoulder to Bob. "Perhaps he might have changed his mind about basket ball being a good enough girls' game," she said. "He'll be here to-morrow," Bob replied.
Murder was in his heart the old madness of desire to wipe out, by any means, that which barred his way to what he wanted. "My God!" he moaned; "my God! I I thought I was master. I thought it was dead in me." Farwell ate no evening meal that night. Early he closed and locked his outer door, drew the dark green shades, and lighted his lamp.
All the same, it was up to me this time. I'm going to marry Sheila." "The devil you are!" Casey exclaimed. "You're blamed flattering," said Farwell. "You bet I'm going to marry her." "You're getting one of the finest girls on earth." "I know that as well as you do," said Farwell. "Then you see how it was up to me " He broke off suddenly.
Master Farwell, I'm like her, and my dancing is my egg!" She was laughing now, this unreasoning, unreasonable girl, and she was laughing more at Farwell's perplexity than at her own glibness. She must soon go, her time was growing short, but she was enjoying herself immensely. Looking at her, Farwell was suddenly convinced of one overpowering fact: Priscilla Glenn was destined for living!
There, Pine go! Pine good friend and good guide." They questioned each other no more. Farwell finished his errand in dull fashion, bought his goods, found a letter, long waiting him, read all the papers he could lay hands on, and then set his face toward Kenmore. And that winter he devoted himself as he never had before to the simple people who were the means of keeping him sane.
"This is a nasty business," said Farwell, after a long pause, reverting to the former topic. "I wouldn't like it no matter what turns up to make any difference between us." "There isn't much difference to make," she reminded him. "No, I suppose not," he admitted, slightly disconcerted. "We're merely acquaintances. Only" he hesitated "only I thought perhaps we might be friends."
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