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On a certain occasion Morse said to one of them, who owed him for a few months' teaching: "Well, Strothers, my boy, how are we off for money?" "Professor," said the young fellow, "I am sorry to say I have been disappointed, but I expect the money next week." "Next week!" cried his needy teacher; "I shall be dead by next week." "Dead, sir?" was the shocked response of Strothers.
His eyes embraced her; then into them came a slow expression of inquiry. But she offered no help. "Well," he uttered finally, "all you gotta do is write Bud Strothers, an' tell 'm not on the Boss's ugly tintype. An' while you're about it, I'll send 'm the money to get my watch out. You work out the interest. The overcoat can stay there an' rot." But they did not prosper in the interior heat.
"There are no redwoods here," Saxon said. "We must go west toward the coast. It is there we'll find the valley of the moon." From Woodland they swung west and south along the county roads to the fruit paradise of Vacaville. Here Billy picked fruit, then drove team; and here Saxon received a letter and a tiny express package from Bud Strothers.
He stepped gingerly across the threshold. " Come on in, you fellows. We're all mutts together." He was followed in by the boy with his hat, by Bud Strothers and another teamster she knew, and by two strangers. The latter were big, hard-featured, sheepish-faced men, who stared at Saxon as if afraid of her. "It's all right, Saxon," Billy began, but was interrupted by Bud.
"Linday, Doctor Linday," Strothers answered, as if solicitous to save his opponent from further irritation. "The day's half done," Linday said to the Swede, at the end of the hand, while he shuffled. "Better rest over to-night. It's too cold for travelling. There's a spare bunk." He was a slender brunette of a man, lean-cheeked, thin-lipped, and strong. The smooth-shaven face was a healthy sallow.
Also, he had refused to let the boys pay his fine. "He's clean looney," Strothers summed up. "Won't listen to reason. Says he'll serve the time out. He's been tankin' up too regular, I guess. His wheels are buzzin'. Here, he give me this note for you. Any time you want anything send for me. The boys'll all stand by Bill's wife. You belong to us, you know. How are you off for money?"
But through it all two ideas persisted: she must not go to see Billy in jail; it was a blessing she had lost her baby. Once, Bud Strothers came to see her. She sat in the front room and talked with him, noting with fascination that there were fringes to the heels of his trousers. Another day, the business agent of the union called.
"Yes, dead by starvation!" was the emphatic answer. "Would ten dollars be of any service?" asked the pupil, now seeing that the situation was serious. "Ten dollars would save my life," was the reply of the poor man, who had been without food for twenty-four hours. You may be sure that Strothers promptly handed him the money.
And didn't he beat up Strothers till he lay abed a fortnight, all because of a difference of two pound ten in the account, and because Strothers got fresh and tried to make the gouge go through?" "God strike me blind!" Griffiths cried in im-potency of rage. The mate went on with his exposition.
She dug clams in the marsh, knocked the tiny oysters from the rocks, and gathered mussels. And yet, when Bud Strothers came to see how she was getting along, she convinced him that all was well. One evening after work, Tom came, and forced two dollars upon her. He was terribly worried. He would like to help more, but Sarah was expecting another baby.
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