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And Lawlor felt that he did understand, and too well. Gregory, in the meantime, silenced by the mysterious signs from his fellow cowpunchers, took his place and began eating without another word. No one spoke to him, but as if he caught the tenseness of the situation, his eyes finally turned and glanced up the table to Bard. It was easy for Anthony to understand that glance.
It had the advantage that it could be used inside a gravity field, where a Lawlor drive could not. It had the other advantage that commercial spacecraft could not mount such gadgets for defense, because the insurance companies objected to meddling with Lawlor drive installations.
Lawlor drive and landing grid force fields were formed by not dissimilar generators, and ball lightning force fields were in the same general family of phenomena. Suppose one made the field generator that had to be on a ship if it was to drive at all, capable of all those allied, associated, similar force fields?
There were, of course, methods of measuring this phenomenon so that one could get an accurate measure of one's speed in overdrive. Hoddan had no instrument for the purpose. But he had the feel of things. This was a very fast ship indeed, at full Lawlor thrust. Presently he went out to the central cabin. His followers had found provisions.
"It took me thirty years to raise them whiskers," said the cattleman, stern with rebuke. "D'you think I could be hired to give 'em up? It's like givin' up some of myself." "Let them go, then. You can play the part, whiskers and all. The rest of you remember that Lawlor is the boss." "And brand that deep," growled Lawlor, looking about with a frown.
He concluded: "That was the way of livin' in them days. They ain't no more they ain't no more!" "And now," said Anthony, "the only excitement you get is out of books and running the labourers?" He had picked up the book which Lawlor had just laid down. "Oh, I read a bit now and then," said the cowpuncher easily, "but I ain't much on booklearnin'." Bard was turning the pages slowly.
"You are aware that I did not seek any consultation with Judge Lawlor. He sent for me, and asked me what I thought about the case whether I thought it would be right to let the girl go on a suspended sentence. I told him frankly that I believed that an example should be made of her, for the sake of others who might be tempted to steal.
The ex-sailor shifted his quid so that it stuck far out in the opposite cheek with such violence of pressure that a little spot of white appeared through the tan of the skin. He regarded Lawlor for a silent moment with bodeful eyes. "What the hell are you lookin' at?" roared the other. "On your way!" The features of Kilrain twitched spasmodically. "Righto, sir."
The familiar, booming voice of Shorty Kilrain echoed through the house: "Supper!" And the loud clangour of a bell supported the invitation. "Chow-time," breathed Lawlor heavily, like one relieved at the end of a hard shift of work. "I figure you ain't sorry, son?" "No," answered Bard, "but it's too bad to break off this talk. I've learned a lot." "You first," said Lawlor at the door.
Lawlor & Son at Brookville, Jewett & Co. at Drury's Cove, Isaac Stevens and A. L. Bonnell at South Bay, Frank Armstrong and J. & F. Armstrong at the Narrows, Hayford & Stetson at Glencoe above Indiantown, Charles Miller at Robertson's Point, Randolph & Baker at Randolph, W. D. Morrow and Purdy & Green on the Adelaide Road.
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