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There's never so much as a decent fight in him thet I've found in twenty years. Maybe ye think as how I'm jist a bit hard on him; but he's thet gay at times thet he drives me fair crazy. Every lick I ever give him wus fer his own good. Suah now, an' ye never would run off with my man?" "Come, Jed, what do you say? Are you tired fighting the battles of the Confederacy, and prefer those of home?"
Captain Sam, on the way to his office at the bank, stopped his car at the edge of the sidewalk and came into the shop. Jed, having finished painting wooden sailors for the present, was boxing an assorted collection of mills and vanes to be sent South, for a certain demand for "Winslow mills" was developing at the winter as well as the summer resorts.
"Is it alright, son?" he asked gruffly; and the boy answered, as he returned his father's look, "It's alright, Dad." "Then let's go to the house; Mother called supper some time ago." Just as the little company were seating themselves at the table, the dog in the yard barked loudly. Young Matt went to the door. The stranger, whom Jed had met on the Old Trail, stood at the gate.
And then Jed Winslow did what was perhaps the first dishonest thing he had ever done. He put that proof in the drawer of the oak writing table and said nothing of his having found it. Later he made a wooden frame for it and covered it with glass. It faded and turned black as all proofs do, but still Jed kept it in the drawer and often, very often, opened that drawer and looked at it.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I certainly shall tell him," she declared, "unless you promise to eat with us on Thanksgiving Day. Oh, come along, don't be so silly. You've eaten at our house hundreds of times." This was a slight exaggeration. Jed had eaten there possibly five times in the last five years. He hesitated. "Ain't goin' to be any other company, is there?" he asked, after a moment.
"A tainted American is one who has lived so long abroad that he goes to America on business." The house that Aunt Jed had left to Natalie stood on the lip of a vast basin. From its veranda one looked down into a peaceful cup of life. The variegated green of the valley proclaimed to the wandering eye, "All sorts are here that all the earth yields! Variety without end."
He lemme smell it." "Oh, yes!" said Mrs. Snawdor, "she's got to have her perfumery, an' her feather in her hat, an' the whitewash on her face, no matter if Dan's feet are on the groun', an' his naked hide shinin' through his shirt." "Well, I wish him an' this here little girl wasn't mixed up in this business," repeated Uncle Jed. "Courts ain't no place fer children.
Presently a written note came from Holden: "Jed: send West and Jamison right away to Dabney's lunar laboratory to get details of discovery from man named Jones. Get moon-jeep and driver from hotel. I will want you in an hour. Bill." "I'll be back," said Cochrane. "Wait." He left the table and found West and Jamison in Bell's room, all three in conference over a bottle.
He forgot himself, and looked up at his mistress, a wonderful, slim little thing standing there at last unafraid before the future and in his dog heart and soul a part of the truth came to him, and he planted his big feet squarely in front of Jed Hawkins, and snarled at him as he had never snarled before in his life.
Forgetting her manners in the excitement of the discovery which had just flashed upon her, she uttered an exclamation. "Oh, Uncle Jed!" she exclaimed. Jed, startled, turned toward her. "Yes?" he asked, hastily. "What's the matter?" "Don't you know? He he's the nice officer one." "Eh? The nice what? What are you talkin' about, Babbie?"
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