"Graham is a liar!" he cried passionately, "it was him that said it to me!"
"But you agreed with him?" I insinuated.
Brown drew himself up stiffly.
"Well, damn you, I did!"
"Quits!" I cried, and I held out my hand.
Later as we sat together over a hot whiskey I tried hard to persuade him that Graham had never said a word to me; I told him again and again that I had made a lucky guess, and at last I managed to persuade him to believe me. Yet somehow I feel that he'll look askance at poor Graham the next time he meets him.
* * *
We were threshing to-day. During the dinner interval Margaret and I chanced to meet in the barn. I threw my arms round her and kissed her. A chuckle came from the straw. I looked up to find the eyes of Jim Jackson upon us.
"Aw'll no tell!" he cried, and Margaret fled blushing from the barn.
"Right, Jim! We'll trust you with the secret. Margaret and I are in love with each other."