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"Scott wouldn't have told. Doug was the only one that knew!" Judith paced the floor. "What the devil has broke loose?" demanded John. "Now you have started something, Jude," groaned Douglas. "Judith! Do calm down!" pleaded her mother, who had taken her hands out of the biscuit dough and now stood, twisting her fingers, in the doorway.
'The German-Americans, the Irish-Americans, the Jewish-Americans, the God-knows-who-else-Americans may be neutral, but the America of Washington and Lincoln, the America of Lee and Grant, isn't neutral. Not by a long sight. 'Doug, said Selwyn reproachfully, 'you are the last man I thought would be caught by this flag-waving, drum-beating stuff.
Patsy and Doug had each done a great deal of talking, and time and again had asserted that Dic had deliberately shot Doug Hill after the fight was over. Mr. Switzer's only hope seemed to be to clear Dic on cross-examination of Doug and Patsy. "Not one lie in a hundred can survive a hot cross-examination," he said.
On the floor beside the stove lay John, his right leg bloody. They laid old Johnny carefully against the wall. Douglas stood rigidly staring at his father. Peter hurriedly lifted the wounded man's hands, then forced some whiskey down his throat. "Start a fire, Doug!" he ordered. Douglas did not stir. He stood, blue eyes haggard, cheeks frost-burned, staring at his father. John opened his eyes.
Douglas followed him and, sitting down on the edge of his bed, he unbuckled his spurs. John settled himself under the lamp with his book, but he did not begin to read at once. "Yes, Doug; that girl is a woman now and she has any woman in Lost Chief beaten for beauty and nerve." Douglas gave his father a startled glance; then he said, with elaborate carelessness, "Rats! She's just a fighting kid!"
"Make it as quick as you can, Scott," called Charleton. Then to Douglas, "Get busy with the whiskey and coffee, Doug. He ought to be back by the time you've fixed up a snack." But Scott was long in returning. "Oughtn't he to be back?" asked Doug, when the bacon was ready. Charleton looked at his watch. "He's been gone over an hour. After you eat, you go see what kind of trouble he's in, Doug."
John Spencer, always at his best when great physical demands were being made upon him, came through the winter better than Douglas, whose profound restlessness was beginning to tell even on his youthful strength. It was almost as much of a relief to Doug's family as to Doug to have Charleton Falkner insist, late in April, that Doug go on a wild horse hunt with him.
"It's been a gregus long time and I'm only half-muscled as well as half-witted now. But I'll come. I'd help you build a cabin in hell if you wanted me to. Honest, I would, Doug." Douglas did not laugh. "Thanks, Johnny! Then I'll look for you to-morrow." "I deponed I'd come, didn't I?" repeated the old fellow, and he was still deponing when Douglas started homeward.
"Say," shouted John, "is this a trial or a sermon?" "It's neither," replied Peter. "We're just talking things over. My idea is that Doug shall sort of sit in judgment on Scott and the rest of us abide by his decision." "Now, listen here!" exclaimed Scott. "This may be a funny joke, but I don't see it!" Charleton laughed. "I'm with you, Peter. Only that won't pay my grudge."
And you know I'm some little old herder, Mother!" "I know you're a man!" exclaimed Mary. "The kind of a man that's mighty scarce in Lost Chief Valley." She turned away toward the house. Douglas picked a bridle from the fence and started after Buster. It was nearly supper time and Doug and his father were reading in the living-room when Judith returned.
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