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With a sad look in his eyes Willie let him go, watching the tall form as it strode waist-high through the brakes and sweet fern that patched the meadow. It was his first real quarrel with Janoah. Since boyhood they had been friends, the gentleness of the little inventor bridging the many disagreements that had arisen between them.
"Don't you dare so much as to mention pumps in my hearin' fur six months, Janoah Eldridge. I've had my fill of pumps fur one spell." The freckled face in the door expanded its smile into a grin that displayed the few scattered teeth adorning its owner's jaws. "No," went on the inventor, "I ain't attackin' no pumps to-day. I'm sorter takin' a vacation. You see we've got company.
"He's writ on the other side of my letter. Let's see what he has to say: "'Can't come. Busy. "Well, did you ever!" gasped he, blankly. "Busy! Good Lord! Jan's never been known to be busy in all his life. He don't even know the feelin'. If Janoah Eldridge is busy, all I've got to say is, the world's goin' to be swallered up by another deluge." "Maybe, as you suggested, Mrs. Eldridge "
Willie did not answer, but he took a great bandanna with a flaming border of scarlet from his pocket and mopped his forehead nervously. "That young chap," resumed Janoah, holding up a grimy finger which he shook impressively at the wretched figure opposite, "is here for one of two reasons. You can like 'em or not, but they're true.
"An' Snellin'?" "He is in Mr. Galbraith's employ, yes." "An' an' you let 'em come here " began the old man bewildered. "You let 'em come here to steal Willie's idee," interrupted Janoah, wheeling on Bob. "You helped 'em to come, after his takin' you into his home an' all!" "I didn't know what they meant to do," Robert Morton stammered.
Was he not Bob's friend and Delight's uncle, a gentleman of honor who had money enough without stooping to secure more by treachery? And did it not follow that since Mr. Snelling was in his employ he must be a person of reputable character? A fig for Janoah Spence's accusations! Willie blew a contemptuous whiff of smoke into the air.
"I just thought they were going to lend us a hand at working up the thing." "A likely story!" sniffed Janoah with scorn. "No siree! You came here as a tool you were paid for it, I'll bet a hat!" "You lie." "Prove it," was the taunting response. "I I can't prove it," confessed the young man wretchedly, "but Willie knows that what you accuse me of isn't so."
We'll pass it off as jealousy and let it go at that." The old man tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth drooped and he sighed instead. To have Janoah's weaknesses thus nakedly set forth by another was a very different thing from recognizing them himself, and instinctively his loyalty rose in protest. "Mebbe 'twas jealousy," he replied. "Folks have always stood out that Janoah was jealous.
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