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Time was of the least importance in the schedule of the Dixie Belle; Captain MacFarland gave the order, and the boat received its ultimate two passengers. For, upon the arm of the tall, elderly gentleman, as he crossed the gangway, was a little elderly lady, with a gray curl depending quaintly forward of her left ear.
"Of course it doesn't," exclaimed MacFarland impetuously. "It rests upon Nature, and the way our boasted Society is mistreating Nature. Woman is weaker than man when it comes to brute force; you know it is force which does rule the world when you do get down to it, in government, in property, in business, in education it is all survival of the strongest, not always of the fittest.
Consequently, there was none. When he returned to the station house he was too tired to return to his room in the boarding-house where he lodged, but took advantage of the proximity of a cot in the dormitory for the reserves. Next day he was so white and fagged from the hard duty that Captain Sawyer called up Doctor MacFarland, the police surgeon for the precinct.
Captain MacFarland was at the wheel; therefore it seemed to J. Pinkney Bloom, who was the only other passenger, that it should be his to play the part of host to the boat's new guests, who were, doubtless, on a scenery-viewing expedition.
The men who manned the boat were then questioned, and all were agreed that he had not been in the boat and had not gone ashore, and they were equally positive that he had not gone ashore at any other harbour where the vessel had stopped during the day. Barney MacFarland recalled his conversation with Charley, when he was going off watch.
And after all the trouble she had taken even to the extent of strained relations with those Macfarland people who own a rooster. Although protest, she knew, was useless. All this, however, she could have borne. Pause here for breath. To continue. Your Aunt Caroline does not believe in rest cures anyway. She thinks poultices are much more effective.
"That's all right, Bobbie," said Doctor MacFarland, who had dropped in on his routine call, "you'd better mind your own p's and q's, for you will be a marked man in this neighborhood. It's none too savory at best. You know how these gunmen hate any policeman, and now they've got your photograph and your number they won't lose a minute to use that knowledge.
"Ought to be in sight of the spires and gilded domes of Skyland now in a few minutes," chirruped MacFarland, shaking with enjoyment. "Go to the devil," said Mr. Bloom, still pensive. And now, upon the left bank, they caught a glimpse of a white village, high up on the hills, smothered among green trees. That was Cold Branch no boom town, but the slow growth of many years.
MacFarland stroked his gray whiskers. "Well, my boy, that is not what we Scotchmen would call a vera canny thought! You speak foolishly. Why, don't you know that is organized teamwork just as fine as they make it?
Many a man's mind has been a blank after such a blow and such a fracture. He's a great favorite, here," said the pretty nurse. Old Doctor MacFarland gave her a comical wink as he answered. "Well, nurse, beware of these great favorites. I like him myself, and every officer on the force who knows him does as well.
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