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Naturally, they spoke of the events of the preceding day and night. Sheila took a practical view. "It was lucky Tom McHale wasn't here," she said. "Somebody would have been hurt. That's what I was afraid of." "It was very brave of you," said Clyde. "I admire you more than I can say. I want you to know it, Miss McCrae."
Bentley's he had entered the darkening church. It was then that his mission had appeared to him as a vision. Every day, afterward, his sense and knowledge of this mission had grown stronger. To his mind, not the least of the trials it was to impose upon him, and one which would have to be dealt with shortly, was a necessary talk with his assistant, McCrae.
"Maybe it will come, Mr. Hodder," he said. "There's no telling when the light will strike in." It was the nearest to optimism he had ever known his assistant to approach. "McCrae," he asked, "have you ever tried to do anything with Dalton Street?" "Dalton Street?" The real McCrae, whom he had seemed to see emerging, retired abruptly, presenting his former baffling and noncommittal exterior.
And shortly he came to where McCrae had turned the buckboard around. Simon, after examining the tracks, took pains to efface them entirely; after which he ambled on, his usually grave countenance illumined by a grin. Following the road, peering narrowly at either side, he finally came in sight of Talapus Ranch. Halting, he surveyed the fields.
What of the vagrant touch of the woman, the gold of the day, the clean, dry air and the glory of motion, the chord of romance within him vibrated and began to sing. It invested her momentarily with a new quality, a new personality. She was no longer the Sheila McCrae he had known so well.
Sandy McCrae joined them, silent as usual, but evidently attracted by Clyde. Presently Sheila took Casey to diagnose the case of a favourite, sick collie. "My heavens, Casey, did you see the kid?" she asked. "I never knew him to look twice at a girl before." "Every boy has to start some time," he laughed. "She's well worth looking at." "That's so. Yes, she's very pretty, Casey."
McCrae swung on silently, with his rapid, noiseless step. Farwell turned to Sheila. "Do this for me, Miss McCrae," he pleaded. "Give me a fair chance with your father if you won't help me with him. Don't tell your brother of what I'm trying to do. If you do that, his influence will be the other way." "If my father has made up his mind, none of us can change it," said Sheila.
And yet Hodder had the feeling, more firmly planted than ever, that McCrae was awaiting, with an interest which might be called suspense, the culmination of the process going on within him. Well, now that he had worked it out, now that he had reached his decision, it was incumbent upon him to tell his assistant what that decision was. Hodder shrank from it as from an ordeal.
I was to be a decoy for the rest, I think. I refused. Now he will freeze us out." "Will he?" said McCrae heavily. "Will he? Maybe so. And maybe " He did not complete the sentence, but stood at the door, scowling at the fair fields. "Twenty years back, Casey yes, ten, even if a man jumped my staking I'd have known what to do. We own this water. What's the difference? Can't the law help us?
Not that he expects to find anything, or wants to. He just can't help it. McCrae didn't stop here. Where did he go? We might as well look around a little." In the process of looking around, they came on an abandoned camp. By the quantity of ashes a number of fires had been burned. There were the poles of a lean-to and a bough bed beneath it, and at a little distance were other beds of boughs.
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