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With due decorum, however, all Heart's Desire stood apart, while the three travellers, dusty and weary, buried themselves in the privacy of Uncle Jim Brothers's best spare rooms. Then Heart's Desire sought out Willie the sheepherder. "Now, Willie," said Doc Tomlinson, "look here you tell us the truth for once. There's a heap of trouble goin' on here, and we want to get at the bottom of it.
This was Uncle Jim Brothers's hotel, sanctuary for the homeless of Heart's Desire, a temple of refuge, a place where the word "Friendship," unspoken, never written, was known and understood among men gathered from all corners of this unfriendly world. "That would have to go," replied Grayson.
So we sat on a log out in front of Uncle Jim Brothers's hotel, and waited for the worst to happen. "Don't you go away," said Dan Anderson. "I want you for my second. You can go for the doctor. I ain't feelin' very well." Now, there was no doctor in Heart's Desire, nor had there ever been, as Dan Anderson knew. Neither did he look in need of any help whatsoever.
There was a very awkward pause. The position had become too psychological altogether and had to be ended somehow. The awkward silence had to be broken, and Bogan broke it. He turned up Bob Brothers's hat, which was lying on the table, and "chucked" in a "quid," qualifying the hat and the quid, and disguising his feelings with the national oath of the land.
The writer had been designated to preach a Centenary sermon during the session of the Conference, but as I was called to Waupun to attend the funeral of my brothers's wife, on the day the services were to have been held, the good Bishop kindly consented to occupy the pulpit for me.
He's after somebody. Did he summons any of our men along?" "I don't know, madam," answered Ellsworth. The woman said no more; she only watched and listened. It was this posse, headed by the sheriff of Blanco, that Dan Anderson and the Littlest Girl saw when they reached a point midway between Uncle Jim Brothers's hotel and the post-office.
This done, he did not pause for a pipe and a parley, but, climbing up to the high front seat, picked up the reins and drove off; not, as was his wont, to the corral, or to Uncle Jim Brothers's restaurant, but to his own adobe down the arroyo. We looked at each other in silence. "Something on his mind," said Dan Anderson. "He didn't bring my clothes," said McKinney.
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