“And here, of course, is my good friend Huntington, looking like Fortune with both hands full.”
Several men in the crowd laughed, whereupon Huntington, who had evidently forgotten the money, made matters worse for himself by hastily and clumsily thrusting it into the pockets of his coat, while his face flushed angrily.
“That’s right, Cousin Seth,” Haig said lightly. “You may need it.”
Marion, at these words, quivered with alarm. Was he going to tell Huntington, there in that crowd, of the incident in the pasture? His next speech, however, reassured her.
“Now, Larkin,” he said, “let’s understand things. That’s my horse, isn’t it?”
“That’s what I’ve been sayin’ some time back,” answered Larkin, in a tone of relief.
“And you, Smith?”
“I suppose so,” was the sullen reply.
“And Raley?”