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Moreover, in either case, the wife and children suffer. He's certain to take them home short money. He's pretty safe, being tired in the one case, or, in the other, on the loose, to drink." Dickie's face gave. He laughed a little. "We seem to have come to a fine impasse!" he remarked. "Though humiliatingly small, that tract of burnt land must clearly be kept to knock one's head against."
And now all Dickie's little soul was filled with one longing; all his little brain awake to one only thought: the police were to be set on the track of Beale, the man whom he called father; the man who had been kind to him, had wheeled him in a perambulator for miles and miles through enchanted country; the man who had bought him a little coat "to put on o' nights if it was cold or wet"; the man who had shown him the wonderful world to which he awakens who has slept in the bed with the green curtains.
"You mean," said Dickie, "tell you what I think this looks like?" "That's what I mean, do." Dickie smiled a queer sort of smile. He had found a listener at last. A moment later Lorrimer's pencil was in rapid motion. And the reporter's eyes shot little stabbing looks at Dickie's unselfconscious face.
All unheeding the rest of the world, they were sitting at the foot of the cherry tree. The "conceited beggar" of the deep blue eyes was trying to toss cherries into Dickie's open mouth. When she missed it became Dickie's turn to toss cherries. The game was a spirited one. Dickie appeared to be well entertained. "I thought you had forgotten me," said I, mildly.
There was a long silence after Dickie had delivered himself of the burden of his promise. The fire leapt and crackled on Hilliard's forsaken hearth. It threw shadows and gleams across Dickie's thin, exhausted face and Sheila's inscrutably thoughtful one. She held out her hand. "Give me the letters now, Dickie."
The cloth would be five shillins, an' the beads a shillin'. I have some braid 'at would do fine for the front, but the buttons would be sax-pence." "Ye're sure o' that?" "I ken fine, for I got Leeby to price the things in the shop." "Ay, but it maun be ill to shape the cloaks richt. There was a queer cut aboot that ane Peter Dickie's new wife had on."
He sighed deeply and turned with his head on his arm and looked toward the door of the inner room. "It's like sleeping just outside the gate of Heaven, Berg," he said. "I never thought I'd get as close as that " He listened to the roar of Hidden Creek. "It won't be long, old fellow, before we take her down to Rusty and bring her back." Tears stood on Dickie's eye-lashes.
Now and again, with a mighty roar, which sent Dickie's heart into his mouth, great tongues of flame, clear as topaz and ruby in the steady sunshine, would leap upwards, converting a whole tall fir into a tree of fire, while the beaters running back, grimed with smoke and sweat, took a moment's breathing-space in the open.
I prefer being in my place when the others come in." It must be added that Ormiston accepted his deposition in the best possible spirit, patting the boy on the shoulder as he passed him. "Quite right, old chap. I like to see you there. Claim your own, and keep it." At which a lump rose in Dickie's throat, nearly causing him to choke over his first spoonful of soup.
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