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His glimpses of other men's homes were rare and fleeting, and he was apt to thank Heaven that he was not thus tied down. But the atmosphere of the ranch appealed to him. Its people were not silly folk, babbling of trivial things which he neither understood nor cared to understand. Mrs. McCrae, as he mentally appraised her, was a sensible woman.
The trouble was that the psychological moment failed to arrive. McCrae showed no symptoms of vacillation. The issue was never in doubt. "I told you before," he said, "I don't want to sell, and I won't sell." "It's a hundred and fifty thousand cold cash your own value," urged Farwell. "At 6 per cent. it's nine thousand a year from now to eternity for you and your wife and children.
It's somewhat to keep them out of the dance-halls and saloons maybe." "It's not enough," the rector asserted. "You've had a great deal of experience with them. And I want to know why, in your view, more of them don't come into the Church." "Would ye put Jimmy Flanagan and Otto Bauer and Tony Baldassaro in Mr. Parr's pew?" McCrae inquired, with a slight flavour of irony that was not ill-natured.
"But you said nothing, McCrae," he began presently. "I felt all along that you knew what was wrong if you had only spoken." "I could not," said McCrae. "I give ye my word I tried, but I just could not. Many's the time I wanted to but I said to myself, when I looked at you, 'wait, it will come, much better than ye can say it. And ye have made me see more than I saw, Mr. Hodder, already ye have.
His affection for the man, his admiration for McCrae's faithful, untiring, and unrecognized services had deepened. He had a theory that McCrae really liked him would even sympathize with his solution; yet he procrastinated. He was afraid to put his theory to the test.
"The man is Misther Casey Dunne, and the young leddy is Miss Sheila McCrae," Quilty informed him. "I've heard of Dunne," said Farwell, who had done so from York. "Who's the McCrae girl? Is she one of the same bunch?" "Miss McCrae is a leddy," said Quilty, with quiet dignity. "And Casey Dunne is is a dom good friend of mine." The riders drew up at the platform, and Casey Dunne hailed the agent.
If their relationship had from the beginning been unusual and unsatisfactory, adjectives would seem to defy what it had become during the summer. What did McCrae think of him? For Hodder had, it will be recalled, bidden his assistant good-by and then had remained.
I'm paying off the whole outfit to-night, including the men we were speaking of. To-morrow I'll pull out myself. Glad to do it." "Sorry to have you go," said Casey. "You say it all right, but I know better," said Farwell bluntly. "I don't want to keep Miss McCrae waiting. Will you shake hands?" Casey put out his hand. It was caught, thumb crotch to thumb crotch, in a grip of steel.
Either because they didn't have no bells, or didn't want to use 'em. McHale and McCrae would keep their hosses on a rope so's they could make a quick get-away if they had to. They wouldn't take a chance on their strayin'. Now the grass that's been eaten down by the hosses is beginnin' to sprout again in some places, and not in others.
Carrol had engineered the deal, and he would have blushed if he had not forgotten how. As it was, he smiled sourly. "I wish I could. Is this McCrae a friend of yours?" "Put it that way," Farwell replied, frowning at the quizzical expression of Sleeman's eye. "He doesn't want to sell, but I want him to have the chance of refusing real money. He may take it, or he may not.
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