"Arrest my father? On the charge of being a thief? Would you do that to your———"
Walter choked. "Arrest my father? I should think not. But———"
"He may be all you think, but I will never lift a finger against him.
Let God punish him, as he has already."
"And meanwhile, if Halstead & Co. are informed how matters are, they might———"
"It isn't likely. They have paid the money once. Certainly they won't do it again. I never heard of any such philanthropists doing business in Washington."
"But how will you be able to go out to Arizona?" Walter blurted before he thought, and then wanted to bite his tongue off as Bauer turned his face towards him, a faint smile lighting it.
"I won't go. 'Wir mussen alie einmal sterben?'"
"But you'll have to go. We'll have to find a way."
"Where there's a will there's a way? Also even more necessary, the money. Now I've will enough. But it won't pay for a ticket nor buy the necessary canned goods to go with the sand of the desert when I get there. I'll set up my incubators here at Burrton and raise chickens enough to bury me decently. 'Wir mussen alie einmal sterben.'"
"Yes, but we don't have to die before our time. There must be some way out."