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Ready, he hoped, at all points for any possible attack involving Tira, Raven still waited, and the question Tenney shot at him could not have been more surprising: "Did you find salvation?" Raven stood looking at him for an instant, and suddenly he remembered Old Crow, who had accomplished the salvation of a sick heart and bequeathed the treasure to him.
"Would you think me inexcusably rude," she said softly, "if I asked who you are?" The descending man snatched off his hat, stared, seemed on the point of whistling, then, recovering himself, said courteously: "I'm George Merrill, advertising manager for the Criterion Clothing Company." "And Mr. Tenney has been doing drawings for you?" "He has. For several years."
Was this the next move in the mad game? For the first time he began to wonder whether Tenney's religion would really keep him cool and questioned whether, having neatly balanced his own account, he might close it now before he found himself in danger. Driving fast, he was aware that Tenney, behind him, was also coming on.
He forgot it, forgot Tenney, save as an element of danger to be dealt with later. On the doorstep he stopped with Nan, in the seclusion of the moment while the others were bringing out horses and putting them into the sleighs. "We can't leave her here with him," he said. "What was the matter?" Nan returned as quickly. "What happened? That man?" "Yes. The one he's jealous of.
She glanced across at Tenney and spoke gravely, threading her needle with fingers that did not tremble. "That's jest like him," she said. "Anybody 't knew him 'd know 'twas what he'd do. He's hand in glove with Edson that carries on that paper. They go to horse-trots together. He's willin' to call attention to himself, black eye an' all, if he can call attention to somebody else, same time.
Tenney, then only 15, knew a number of Indian dialects, as well as Spanish, the last learned in San Bernardino. They made diligent investigation and found nothing whatever to sustain the assertion. Not a word could they find that was similar in anywise to any European language.
Tenney turned, without a word, and went back along the road, with his habitual look, Raven had time to note, in the one glance he cast after him, of being blown by a hurrying wind. Raven faced about with Nan and asked at once, in the excess of his curiosity: "Now what are you up to, calling on the Tenneys?" Nan answered seriously. There was trouble in her voice.
Tenney spoke immediately and his voice sounded merely quiet, not, she reasoned anxiously, as if he tried to make it so, but just quiet. "You ain't washed the breakfast dishes neither. Ain't you feelin' well?" "Yes," said Tira, "well as common. I left 'em, that's all." "Oh," said Tenney. "Wanted to git at suthin' else." She turned and looked at him.
He had seen through it all. He was pleased with himself. Now he spoke to her, so affably that she frowned with perplexity at finding him kind. "'Tain't so terrible hard," said Tenney, "to see through folks, once ye set your mind on it. He started her out on that, he an' you together, mebbe.
"I've just met that woman." "What woman?" he asked impatiently. "Tira Tenney. With the baby. This time o' night." "Where?" "Front o' the house, just as I come out." "Then she was coming there," he burst forth. "Too bad! too bad! Didn't you know that? Didn't you ask her in?" "Yes," said Charlotte, "I asked her in an' she said no, she was goin' down along.
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