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She wouldn't have been capable of Skeet's rudeness, but plainly Skeet had not overstated her real feeling. I had hardly begun an apology when the dancers rushed back to the table with the information that there was no more than time to make the Los Angeles train; there was an instant grasping of wraps, hasty good-bys, and the party began breaking up with a bang.
I can always take care of him, and I'll inherit quite a lot, and he'll have that. And as far as that goes, it wasn't his idea to hunt for treasure he was just a helper and followed up Mitchie's idea. So now here it is, and it goes with my blessing and with Skeet's." And I said, "Indeed it does." And pa handed the envelopes to Mr.
"I have no clothes but this costume. I must go home." "Oh, come on!" Skeet pleaded. "Don't you see that doesn't do any good, Ina? You can get something at our house to wear." She gave me a long look, her chin still high, her eyes hard and unreadable. Then, "For the present, I shall go to a hotel." She laid a hand on Skeet's shoulder, but it was only to push her away.
"You can bet Cummings is due down there as soon as Worth shows up; and that must be soon, now." "Yes," Barbara agreed. Her face clouded a little. "You noticed in Skeet's letter that they're expecting Ina to-morrow." Poor child she couldn't get away from it. I patted the hand I had taken to say good-by and assured her again, "Worth Gilbert hasn't been in the south. I wonder at you, Barbara.
He only got a chance for one swipe at me, a low-toned, sarcastic, "Made a mistake to duck me, Boyne." I didn't think it worth while to answer that. Presently I saw him standing with Barbara. He was evidently effecting a switch of his theater engagement to the ball, for I heard Skeet's, "Mr. Cummings wants a ticket! He'll need two! Ten dollars, Mr. Cummings five apiece."
At the Vandeman place Skeet's truck was out in front, piled with folding chairs, frames, light lumber, and a lot of decorative stuff. The tall Chinaman came from the house with another load. "You Barbie Wallace!" the flapper howled. "Aren't you ashamed to be walking off with Worth and Mr. Boyne both, and good men scarce as hen's teeth in Santa Ysobel to-day!"
"What's the excitement down there?" "Trying my gun. How many times did I fire?" "Once, you crazy Indian!" and the question of sound-proof walls was settled. Nobody heard the shot that killed Gilbert twenty feet away from the study if the door was closed. Mrs. Thornhill's ravings, as described in Skeet's letter to Barbara, were merely delirium.
But what's two dollars? When we get to Havaner, Skeet's pa will give him that twice over, if he wants it. So let it go, Skeet. If a conductor wants to be mean enough to cheat a couple of boys, and the railroad is mean enough to take the money, I say, let it go." We hadn't gone more'n six miles anyway when the train stopped again.
Over the mantel, in front of Barbara as she stood, her back to us all, hung an oil painting one of those family groups same old popper; same old mommer, and a fat baby in a white dress and blue sash. At that, it was good enough to show that the man had some resemblance to Vandeman as he leaned there on the mantel below it, rather encouraging Skeet's enterprise.
Miller, and he took 'em and fingered 'em in a nervous way and he says: "What shall we do, ma? we need the money, but somehow I don't like it, and I won't take Skeet's share, would you?" And she says, "No never I'd never take Skeet's share; that is Mitchie's share and his too."
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