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He gathered up the reins, sitting, erect and spare, with one foot on the brake, while the brown horses plunged impatiently, and the volunteers found their work cut out in holding them. Norah was by him, Evans on her other hand; Jim and Wally "tumbled up" into the back seat, as they had done so many times. David Linton looked down at the crowd below. "Thank you all again," he said.
He had Cecil in a grip of iron, shaking him as a dog shakes a rat not knowing what he did in the sick fury that possessed him. Then suddenly he stopped and hurled him from him into the bracken. He ran down the gully. "Go back, Norah dear don't come." Norah and Wally had come cantering quickly round the shoulder of the hill.
Brown had allowed herself to be persuaded to go and, arrayed in her best silk gown, had climbed laboriously into the high double buggy, driven by Dave Boone, and departed, waving to Norah a stout reticule that looked, Wally said, as though it contained sausages! Only Mary, the housemaid, remained. Mary was a prim soul, and did not care for race meetings.
"Your fire's all right now, Bobbie," Don said distinctly. Tim turned up his nose and faced in Wally Woods's direction. But Wally's fire, small and compact, gave him no excuse to tinker. He advanced to where Andy Ford was preparing to fry his meat. "Gee!" he said. "That sure is one sick-looking fire." "Suits me," said Andy. He laid the meat in the pan. Tim began to prod the fire with his foot.
He rose blusteringly and advanced toward Morrow with upraised fist, but the other, with the table between them, drew from his pocket a folded paper. "Not so fast, Pennold. I have a warrant here for your arrest!" "Don't you believe him, Wally!" shrilled Mame. "It's a fake! Don't you talk to him! Put him out." "The warrant was issued this morning, and I am empowered to arrest you.
It chanced that the first of them was Selfridge, whom he had not seen since his arrival, though he knew the little man was in camp. "How goes it, Holt? Fine and dandy, eh?" inquired Wally with the professional geniality he affected. The old miner shook his head dolefully. "I done bust my laig, Mr. Selfish," he groaned.
"Well," Jim said, "we're hungry, Norah. I hope you and er this gentleman are." Jim was concealing his bewilderment like a hero. "Won't you sit down and sample Billy's blackfish? He caught 'em all we couldn't raise a bite between us barring Wally's boot!" "Did you catch a boot?" queried the Hermit of the blushing Wally. "Mine, I think I can't congratulate you on your luck!
"I don't think they're very safe here," he said. "With your permission, I'll take charge of them." He left the room, carrying the books and the cup with him. At the door he paused. "Don't forget Cecil," he said quietly, and was gone. The trio looked blank. "Cecil!" said Wally. "Hang Cecil!" from Jim disgustedly. "Oh, he's such a bore!" Norah said.
Inside she heard the phonograph playing a waltz. Wally stayed for lunch, looking sheepish at first for having been caught dancing with Helen. But he soon recovered and became his charming self.
"Poor Adelaide Melhuish undoubtedly came here on Monday night and looked in at me while I was at work," said Grant sadly. "You know the history of my calf love three years ago, Wally." "Shall I ever forget it? You bored me stiff about it. Then, when the crash came, you walked me off my legs in the Upper Engadine. Ugh! That night on the Forno glacier. It gives me a chill to think of it now.
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