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IV. Most of all, I deny Dr. Royce's self-assumed right to club every philosopher whose reasoning he can neither refute nor understand. I deny, in general, that any Harvard professor has the right to fulminate a "professional warning" against anybody; and, in particular, that you, gentlemen, ever voted or intended to invest Dr. Royce with that right.
Packard and Barbee, frowning unavailingly toward each little noise, could only guess at what went forward so few inches from them. A scraping foot might be either Royce's or Blenham's; a long, deep sigh or quick breathing now here, now there, might emanate from either man.
The boy came quickly to his side, giving him the blacksnake. Steve laid it across Bill Royce's hand. "I'm going to give him a taste of that, Bill," he said. "And I wanted you here. You can't see it; but before I am through with him, you can hear it!" "Goin' to tie him up an' whip him, Steve? That it?"
He sank into a deep, dark sofa, and sat with his driving cap on his knee while Brother Weldon drew a chair up to the one open window of the dusky room and began to read Carrie Royce's letters. Without being asked to do so, he read them aloud, and stopped to comment from time to time. Claude observed with disappointment that Enid drank in all his platitudes just as Mrs. Wheeler did.
One at the time you know how the sayin' goes!" Steve was shaking Royce's hand from his arm. "Let me do this for you, Bill," he said firmly. "It's only fair. If you could see, it would be different." But Royce clung on desperately, crying out insistently: "Blind as I am I can lick him! I know I can lick him! Ain't I done it in my sleep a dozen times, a dozen ways?
He had figured it out that Blenham, if it had been Blenham who had chanced on Bill Royce's secret and no longer ago than last Saturday night, would have wasted no time in acquiring the one-dollar bills for his trick of substitution; that if he had come for them to Red Creek that same night, after post-office and stores were closed, he would have sought them at one of the two saloons; that, since currency is at all times scarce in cattle towns in the West, he might have had to go to both saloons for them.
Royce's article is a fact, least of all, an "admitted fact"; on the contrary, each of them is energetically and indignantly denied. But the libel of which I complain above all is the regular system of gross and studied misrepresentation by which the most essential facts are first misstated and falsified, and then used to the injury of my literary and personal reputation.
Then came Captain Royce's ukase, to the effect that no man must be allowed to swag the country, ragged and homeless, with the story in his mouth that he had been boundary riding on Avondale for ten years. Therefore, Bill's notice was passed over with the contempt it merited.
What do you think, huh, Steve?" "Where is she?" demanded Steve, very brusque about it. "Blessed if I know," admitted Royce. "Chicago, I think. Or New York. Or Pennsylvany. One of them towns. Shucks. She'd ought to come on home where she belongs." "Oh, I don't know," said Steve. But in Royce's ears the voice didn't ring quite true.
Royce and I together, and the doctor drew up a chair. So I recounted, as briefly as I could, the events of the past two days, and the happy accident which had given me the address I sought. Mr. Royce's face was beaming when I ended. "And you start for France to-morrow?" he asked. "To-morrow morning the boat sails at ten o'clock." "Well, I'm going with you!" he cried.
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