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Flushed, with the fire of fight in his veins, Courtland turned almost furiously from the fallen brutes at his feet to meet the onset of the more cowardly hunters whom he knew were at his heels. At that moment it would have fared ill with the foremost.
Linton did not want to consult him on some matter having more or less direct bearing upon the coupling together of the names of Mrs. Linton and Mr. Courtland. People even in town are fond of consulting clergymen upon curious personal matters matters upon which a lawyer or a doctor should rather be consulted. He himself had never encouraged such confidences. What did he keep curates for?
Courtland broke into a noiseless run. The men had scrambled tipsily after the girl and clutched her. They lifted her unsteadily and surrounded her. She screamed again, and dashed this way and that blindly, but they met her every time and held her. Courtland knew, as by a flash, that he had been brought here for this crisis. It was as if he had heard the words spoken to him, "Now go!"
"That was, I'm afraid, the conclusion that Herbert Courtland came to some time ago," said Ella. "He was alone with me here yes, for some minutes; but he left me he left me and found you." "It was so funny!" cried Phyllis. "Who would have thought of seeing such a figure bareheaded and in evening dress on the road? I knew him at once, however. And he was walking so quickly too walking as if as if "
"No," said Courtland, smiling; "but what if he reckoned to pay those niggers for working for your father and him?" "If paw is going into trading business with him; if Major Reed a So'th'n gentleman is going to keep shop, he ain't such a fool as to believe niggers will work when they ain't obliged to.
It is scarcely necessary to say that we allude to Mr. Herbert Courtland.
Courtland never knew where he was walking as he went forth that day to meet his sorrow and face it like a man. He passed some of his professors, but did not see them. Pat McCluny came up and he looked him in the eye with an unseeing stare, and walked on! Pat stood still and looked after him, puzzled! "Holy Mackinaw! What's eating the poor stew now!" he ejaculated.
Later in the day Tennelly began to wonder why Courtland had not brought Gila, as he intended, for the class play, but a note from Gila informed him that she was done with Paul Courtland forever, and that he would have to get some one else to further his uncle's schemes, for she would not.
Her room was just as she had left it on the day of the funeral! Where was Bonnie Brentwood? Suddenly, as Courtland stood in the narrow, dark street alone and in uncertainty, he was no longer alone.
Courtland was appalled, but he went vigorously to work at that fire, although he had never laid eyes on anything so primitive as that stove in all his life. Presently, by using common sense, he had the thing going and a forlorn little kettle steaming away cheerfully. The old woman cautioned him against using too much tea.
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