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And now, if you'll step into the parlor with me I'll introduce you to the promiser." Vaniman followed There was a big man in the parlor, a hearty-looking man, manifestly of the metropolis, patently of the "good sport" type. He was walking up and down.
"We'll fetch Egypt on to-morrow's hitch. Of course, you're going to stick close to me, and you can bet that I'm going to stick close to you till the whack-up has been made. No shenanigan! Now, seeing how far I have gone in doing my part, don't you think it's about time for you to come across?" Vaniman spread his hands. "How can I? Wait till we get to Egypt."
He has got plenty of business of his own to attend to without calling in sheriffs to slap on attachments." "Very good! The easier the better," returned Colonel Wincott. "But when I hired you to look after the law part, Hexter, I reckoned you could counter every crack he made. Sit down, Vaniman!" He picked up the chair he had overturned and took it for himself.
"And there's one thing about it," insisted Wagg, "we've got to keep on going ahead. We can't back up. We can't dissolve partnership. And the trade has got to stand as it was made fifty-fifty." "I'm not going back on the trade." They were sitting close to each other on a tussock behind their little tent. Mr. Wagg leaned close and bored Vaniman with earnest gaze.
After that mild rebuff Vaniman gave all his mind to the game for when the Squire played euchre he wanted to attend strictly to the business in hand. And in the span of time between dusk and supper the two were rarely interrupted. But on this afternoon they were out of luck.
The situation made for embarrassment of overwhelming intensity; there was no detail of the affair in front of Usial's cot that had not been canvassed by every mouth in Egypt, including the mouths of the Harnden home. Vaniman made the first move. He bowed to Mrs. Harnden; he knew the mother; she had called on Vona in the bank. "May I meet your father?" he asked the girl.
The reassuring swish of a broom and their casual chatter he heard only those commonplace sounds! She was asking Vaniman if he had mislaid her dustcloth. Vaniman replied in a tone which indicated that the two were at some distance from each other.
Harnden. She beamed on Britt. "I wonder why the dear girl is coming home so early." The caller's face lighted up with the effect of an arc lamp going into action. But when the sitting-room door opened and Vona escorted Vaniman in ahead of her, Britt's illuminated expression instantly became the red glare of rage instead of the white light of hope. He leaped to his feet.
The cashier of his bank can so report to him, if the said cashier so chooses and, as cashier, probably will." "The cashier will attend strictly and exclusively to his bank duties, and to nothing else," declared Vaniman, with heat. "Hope you're enjoying 'em, such as they are of late," Jones retorted. "But once again, what say, Squire Hexter?"
"I don't see how you dare to speak of it, seeing what the circumstances are," declared the father; there was a murmur of corroboration from the mother. "It's a cheeky insult to all concerned," shouted Britt. "No, it's my best attempt to be honest and open and a man," insisted Vaniman. "I have left no chance for gossip to bring tales to you, Mr. Harnden." But Mr.
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