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Little Tomkinson, the second assistant, had resigned; and McCrae, who worked harder than ever before, was already marked, Hodder knew, for dismissal if he himself were defeated. And then there was the ever present question of money. It remained to be seen whether a system of voluntary offerings were practicable.
Here, in the new country, in place of the divine right of kings and the hereditary power of nobles, was substituted the might of money, the power of the corporate body, itself a creation of law, overriding the power which created it. "Well, it's your funeral," said Farwell. "I can't help my job, just remember that. And of course I've got to earn my pay." "Sure," said McCrae; "sure, I understand."
And Hodder, as he hesitated over his opening, contemplated in no little perplexity and travail the gaunt and non-committal face before him: "McCrae," he began at length, "you must have thought my conduct this summer most peculiar.
The guardian of the dam laid his pipe on the timber, rose to his feet, and stretched his arms high above his head in a huge, satisfying yawn. At that instant McCrae sprang like a lynx on a fawn. The sandbag whistled as it cut down between the upstretched arms, and the watchman dropped as if hit by lightning. "That was an awful crack, Sandy," said Casey reprovingly.
"Mind you, I ain't no busybody," said the sheriff. "I get trouble enough in a regular way without huntin' for it. I've been hearin' things, but there bein' no complaint I've sat tight. Up to this Cross killin' nobody's been hurt. But that's serious and brings me in to take a hand. One of my deputies, Jack Pugh, is after a young feller named McCrae.
"You're right. I didn't know it before. Now, I do. How can I put myself right with you?" "Let me go!" she cried. As he released her she heard the quick pad of running feet. Out of the dusk behind her bounded young Sandy McCrae. He came like a young wolf to its first kill, his lips lifted in a snarl. In his right hand lay a long-barrelled, black Colt's. "Sheila!" he cried. "What's the matter?
He drew out a gold match box and seated himself with an air of gusto opposite his guest. "And you haven't had a vacation, they tell me." "On the contrary," said the rector, "McCrae has taken the services all summer." "But you've been in the city!" Mr. Plimpton exclaimed, puffing at his cigar. "Yes, I've been in the city." "Well, well, I'll bet you haven't been idle.
"I think you're right, but I'd like to know how you get at it." "Well, I ain't no Old Sleuth nor Sherlock Holmes," said the sheriff, "but I've lived some years out of doors. I ain't workin' out no chain of reasonin'; I'm just usin' my eyes and a bit of savvy. This is how she works out: "McHale and McCrae is both foot-loose, and both know this part of the country.
The ditches of Talapus were once more running rap-full; and Donald McCrae, his son, and half a dozen men were busy with shovels and hoes turning the water down among the young grain in marks already prepared which followed the natural slope of the land; taking care that the little rivulets should be of sufficient strength to run the length of the field, but not so strong as to wash out the soil; adjusting the flow to a nicety with miniature dams of sods and stones.
And the very fact that those who may be called our chief parishioners had no complaint merely added to my uneasiness. That kind of success didn't satisfy me, and I venture to assume it didn't satisfy you." Still McCrae made no sign. "Finally I came to what may be termed a double conclusion.
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