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Payson, her eyes flashing from beneath her glasses with a vengeful light, seized the proffered whip with alacrity, and jumped out of the wagon with a lightness which could hardly have been anticipated of one of her age. "Now, look out," she said, brandishing the whip in a menacing way. "I'll git pay for that bunnit in one way, ef I don't in another."
"Payson Clifford's Twenty-five Thousand Dollar Dinner." He had no suspicion, of course, what was coming to him when he went there, went, merely because Mr. Tutt was one of the very few friends of his father that he knew. And he held towards the old lawyer rather the same sort of patronizing attitude that he had had towards the old man.
Burton sprang to the phone. When he left it he only stopped at the doorway of the living room long enough to call in: "A mob has the two prisoners at Payson and are about to lynch them, and, my God, they're innocent.
It turned out, however, that mother and daughter were out. "Come up, old top," called Blair's voice from the hall above. So Lane went up to Blair's room, which he remembered almost as well as his own, though now it was in disorder. Blair was in his shirt sleeves. He looked both gay and spent. Red Payson was in bed, and his face bore the hectic flush of fever.
Henry Morton drew a card from his card-case and handed it with a bow to Mrs. Payson. "What's that?" asked the old lady. "My card." "Le's see, where's my specs?" said Mrs. Payson, fumbling in her pocket. "Oh, I've got 'em on. So your name's Herod. What made 'em call you that?" "Henry, madam Henry Morton." "Well, so 'tis, I declare.
"Payson, I'll discharge you, if you interfere with me!" stormed Hazelton. "Don't be a fool, sir. You can't help Mr. Reade. Be cool, sir. Keep your head and direct us like a man of sense." "Be a man of sense, and see my chum going under the sands of the Man-killer?" flared Hazelton. He made a bound, doubling his fists threateningly.
And fortunately so, for it kept him from going mad. He had no thought of gain only the achievement of a purpose, a monomania. With this impulse was conjoined a more volitional motive he wished to revenge himself upon the Apaches, and chiefly upon the renegade McKee, whom he supposed still to be with them. Somehow he blamed him, rather than Jack Payson, as being the chief cause of his miseries.
Payson Hewett stated that Mac said he was a medical graduate from an American university, and said that, no doubt, he spoke the truth, as he had a perfect knowledge of medical subjects. Here they were getting matters down pretty fine, and cabled all the facts to America with orders to look Mac up, also his friends.
Slim shook the hands of his comrades, in turn, affectionately. For each he had his own, particular form of greeting. "No, boys," he said, when the group became more orderly, "I ain't a-goin' to say a word 'till I see Mrs. Payson first." Polly had ridden at once to the house to tell the joyful news of Slim's return to Echo, who hurried at once to the boys about the wagon.
Scarcely, however, had they passed the hedge of elders and the rows of young oaks that hid the abode of the Indians from view, when from within the wigwam there went up a startling whoop and yell, mingled with derisive laughter. Mrs. Payson stood still, pale with terror, as if expecting to see the savages rush out to massacre them.
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