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Jinnie settled back contentedly. "A long time ago," began Mr. Grandoken, "God led a bunch of Jews out of a town where a king was torturin' 'em " The listener's eyes darkened in sympathy. "They was made to do a lot of things that hurt 'em; their babies and women, too." Jinnie leaned forward and covered the horny hand with her slender fingers. "Have you ever had any babies, Lafe?" she ventured.
The high-powered scout and battle plane rose with a rush and almost immediately began to climb, spiraling in long acute sweeps and turns. "There they come!" breathed Lafe, venturing a last look around down below.
To-day would bring forth a plan for to-morrow. To-morrow Bobbie would be saved from Jordan Morse. To-morrow would end his terror in the gorge house. To-morrow she would be eighteen years old! "Bobbie," she entreated, going to the child swiftly, "Bobbie, do you remember any prayers Lafe taught you?" The child bobbed his head. "Sure," he concurred.
"I dunno, but he's awful happy, now he's going to stay with us." "Call 'im 'Happy Pete'," said the cobbler, smiling, "an' we'll take 'im into our club; shall we, kid?" So Happy Pete was gathered that day into the bosom of the "Happy in Spite." With a sigh Jinnie allowed Lafe to buckle the shortwood strap to her shoulder.
At dinner Peg cut off a very large piece of meat and flung it on Jinnie's plate. "I suppose you're plumin' yourself because you didn't go to school; but you needn't, 'cause nothin' could drag you from this shop, an' there's my word for it." Then she glanced at Lafe, and ended, "If 'er leg was nailed to your bench, she wouldn't be any tighter here. Now eat, all of you, an' keep your mouths shut."
When Jinnie felt a pair of warm, welcoming arms about her strong young shoulders, she shivered in sudden joy. The sensation was delightful, and while a thin hand patted her back, she choked down a hard sob. However, she pressed backward and looked down into Lafe Grandoken's eyes.
Jinnie got up and again picked her fiddle from the floor. "He isn't a murderer!" she stammered, with filling eyes. "Lafe wouldn't kill anything.... I've been with him almost three years and I know. Why, he wouldn't let Peg or me swat flies." Miss Merriweather saw her mistake. She realized then as never before that nothing could take from the girl her belief in the cobbler. "Sit down," she urged.
The poor miserable baste of a haythen hed some larnin', an' the minit he showed me I knowed it was so, fur ivery lafe wuz three in wan an' wan in three, an' had the sign o' the blessed crass in the middle as plain as that biler settin' on the stove."
Well, sir, I couldn't think of anything better to do than to go around and see Gorgett; so, after waiting long enough for Genz to see him and get away, I went. Lafe was always cool and slow; but I own I expected to find him flustered, and was astonished to see right away that he wasn't.
For one blessed single moment her woman's heart told her that Theodore would not be so eager for her welfare if he didn't love her. "Was that what made your tears, Lafe?" Her eyes glistened as she uttered the question. Lafe nodded. "And what made Bobbie cry so loud?" "Yes." "Was Mr. King here?" "Sure," said Peg. "And he said I was to go away to school, eh?"
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