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She propped her chin upon her little fist, and began to think of what had been said of Ashurst's visitors. With a thrill of subtile satisfaction, she remembered how pleased Mrs. Forsythe always was to see her. "She won't have any anxiety this summer which will injure her health!"
But the colour in the kitchen, the warmth, the scents, and all those faces, heightened the bleakness of their shiny room, and they resumed their seats moodily. "Regular gipsy type, those boys. There was only one Saxon the fellow cleaning the gun. That girl is a very subtle study psychologically." Ashurst's lips twitched. Garton seemed to him an ass just then. Subtle study! She was a wild flower.
The youth moved a pace or two nearer, and the scent of his honest heat afflicted Ashurst's nostrils. "What d'yu stay yere for?" "Because it pleases me." "Twon't please yu when I've bashed yure head in!" "Indeed! When would you like to begin that?" Joe answered only with the loudness of his breathing, but his eyes looked like those of a young and angry bull.
Here lies the body of United States Senator Ashurst's father, who was an old-timer at the Canyon. Years ago, while working a mine at the bottom of the Canyon, he was caught by a cave-in and when his friends reached him he was dead. They lashed his body on an animal and brought him up the steep trail to be buried.
Their parents were buried here, so that it was not altogether sentiment which made them sad. A white, dusty road climbed the hill which overlooked the village on the east, and on its brow, facing the sunrise, was the little group of Ashurst's dead.
The rattling, dingy cars on the branch railroad afflicted him with an irritated sense of being modern; the activity about the shabby station jarred upon his remembrance of Ashurst's mellow quiet; the faces of the men in the lumber-yards, full of aggressive good-nature, offended his ideas of dignity and reserve. A year ago, Dr.
"Frank Ashurst! Haven't seen you since Rugby, old chap!" Ashurst's frown dissolved; the face, close to his own, was blue-eyed, suffused with sun one of those faces where sun from within and without join in a sort of lustre. And he answered: "Phil Halliday, by Jove!" "What are you doing here?" "Oh! nothing. Just looking round, and getting some money. I'm staying on the moor."
His red lips were open, his blue eyes with their flaxen lashes stared fixedly at Ashurst, who said ironically: "Well, Joe, anything I can do for you?" "Yeas." "What, then?" "Yu can goo away from yere. Us don' want yu." Ashurst's face, never too humble, assumed its most lordly look. "Very good of you, but, do you know, I prefer the others should speak for themselves."
"I have another which will be at your service when you want it," said Owen, not noticing the remark, and feeling intense pleasure at thus being able to help his suffering messmate. Every thought of the ill-treatment he had received vanished from his mind. Langton and Owen now examined Ashurst's hurts.
All they could do was to hoist up the sail, so as to throw a shadow over his head. Langton, who had had a long swim, felt much fatigued, and charging Owen to call him should any change take place, he lay down to obtain the rest he so much needed. Owen, meanwhile, was seated by Ashurst's side. The latter was continually speaking, though Owen thought that he occasionally rambled.
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