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Smith Crothers was sullenly, silently watching operations and making, apparently, indifferent threats as to what might be expected to happen to any Hollowite "man, woman or child" who turned from him and his interests to the factory back of Lost Hollow. "There ain't any known head to the concern," he said one night at the County Club, "lest you count that youngster of Morley's as a head.
S'posin' he was to get huntin' on his own and one of us was tired out chasin' him, t'other could run and catch him. If there was only one of us, he couldn't." "I see. Well? One of the other men might take him on the chain. A good-conduct man, for instance." Crothers tugged at the chain, and the unhappy dog drew away toward the scuppers with all his remaining strength.
"Hassan Ah." "Machassan?" "No, sah. Hassan Ah." "And you're English?" "Yes, sah." "With that name?" "Mah name makes no diffunts, sah. Ah'm English." "Well here's your money. Cutter away, there! Put the pilot and his crew ashore! Sorry about your boat, pilot, but it couldn't be helped." "Makes me believe that I'm a nigger!" muttered Curley Crothers, not yet released from duty on the bridge.
Again that dull weight of discouragement fell, and again she shook it from her. "Nevertheless," she said quietly, looking him full in the face, "I mean to have Crothers in our firm." She saw the mingled liking and compassion which came in his eyes, and she bit her lip to keep down the wave of self-pity which arose in her. "Perhaps you will," she heard him say. His voice sounded a long way off.
How silly and pointless to laugh like that! Mrs. Crothers was telling now of the old group down about Washington Square, and Ethel was listening hungrily. "What gorgeous times you must have had," she exclaimed, "in those old days!" The next moment she turned crimson. "I've said it now. 'Old'! I knew I should!" She caught Sally's good-natured smile and felt again like a mere child.
It was the night of that day when, before the fire in the little sitting-room devoted to the Markhams' use, Levi sought to ease his sister's mind concerning Sandy. "The boy was up against it with Crothers," he explained, "and making no outcry. You know Sandy's way. He wouldn't confide in us about that poor little sister of his he thought it wasn't in the bargain.
"It was here," murmured she, standing behind a tall tree by the road, "that you fled from Crothers the night of the fire. Poor little Cyn!" That was it! The child, Cynthia, walked beside the woman, Cynthia, now, and the woman with clear, awakened eyes understood at last! "Poor little Cyn! How frightened you were and how bravely you fought for me! Or was it I who fought for you?
Suddenly a hook-nosed Asiatic gentleman emerged through the once-was gateway a picture of a Bible shepherd but for the long-barreled gun he carried instead of crook a brown shadow against brown masonry. He challenged them in Arabic, and Curley Crothers answered him in Queen Victoria's English that all was well. "Everything in the garden's lovely!" he asserted, in a deep-sea sing-song.
"It's in the Bible. And Mr. Isaac Crothers at Maywater told us, too, in Sunday School. He was an elder and a pillar in the church and knew all about it. But you needn't worry. If you're good you'll go to heaven and if you're bad I guess you'd rather go to hell." "I wouldn't," said Mary positively. "No matter how bad I was I wouldn't want to be burned and burned. I know what it's like.
"If you don't I'll just swim about for awhile. No use in thinking of that, though." And suddenly she fell asleep. Mrs. Crothers lived in a small brick house on a side street close to Washington Square. As Ethel looked out from her automobile, how dear and homey it appeared, with such a quiet friendly face. "Now for the plunge." She went up the low steps and rang the bell.
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