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But that won't be the whole story. If it were merely a question of doctrine, I should resign. It's deeper than that, more sinister." Hodder doubled up his hand, and laid it on the table. "It's a matter," he said, looking into McCrae's eyes, "of freeing this church from those who now hold it in chains.
He wished to have it a fruition for McCrae as well as for himself; since theoretically, at least, he had pierced the hard crust of his assistant's exterior, and conceived him beneath to be all suppressed fire. In short, Hodder wished to go into battle side by side with McCrae. Therein lay his anxiety. Another consideration troubled him McCrae's family, dependent on a rather meagre salary.
But on the excitement of the others Donald McCrae's words fell like an icy douche: "Men, this is plain foolishness. Alec, let me hear no more of it from you. James, you should know better. We can't enforce claim law here. The old days are gone." "I ain't gone yet, nor you ain't," old James replied, his eyes gleaming balefully through slitted lids.
His affection for the man, his admiration for McCrae's faithful, untiring, and unrecognized services had deepened. He had a theory that McCrae really liked him would even sympathize with his solution; yet he procrastinated. He was afraid to put his theory to the test.
"This is about as far as it's safe to go with the horses. We'll wait till the others come up." In a few minutes, the faint straining of leather, creak of springs, and subdued clank of axles came to them. The buckboard loomed out of the darkness, and halted suddenly. "That you, boys?" McCrae's voice asked. "Yes. We won't take the horses any farther.
This order, however, was not the result of accident, but of calculation. The buckboard held Oscar and the elder McCrae. Also it contained a quantity of dynamite. Naturally, it was drawn, not by McCrae's eager road team, but by a pair of less ambition.
It was not that Hodder feared that his own solution was not the right one, but that McCrae might not find it so: he was intensely concerned that it should also be McCrae's solution the answer, if one liked, to McCrae's mute and eternal questionings.
But the resemblance was softened by femininity; for young McCrae's visage was masculine and hawklike, and under excitement fierce, even predatory; while his sister's, apart from sex, was more refined, more thoughtful, with a grave sweetness underlying the firmness. The two were unusually silent as the horses kicked off mile after mile. Sheila roused herself first, and looked at her companion.
For an instant his eyes lighted up, whether in sympathy or commiseration or both, Hodder could not tell. "I'm with ye, Mr. Hodder, if ye'll show me the way. But oughtn't we to begin at both ends?" "At both ends?" Hodder repeated. "Surely. With the people in the pews? Oughtn't we to be firing them, too?" "Yes," said the rector. "You're right." He turned away, to feel McCrae's hand on his sleeve.
He had formed a higher estimate of McCrae's abilities than that generally prevailing throughout the parish; and in spite of, perhaps because of his attitude, was drawn toward the man.
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