All topics were equally dangerous with Tom in this mood!
The telegraph operator told Hardin that Rickard had gone to Imperial with MacLean.
“Truckling,” sneered Hardin, thrusting out his lip.
Innes felt a thud of anger.
“Wish he could stand a hurt like an Innes,” she thought.
“A toady,” concluded Tom. “How do you like your new boss, boys?” The men crowded around him. Innes, through an open window, saw MacLean, Jr., in the company’s new machine, leaving the sheds. She ran out of the office.
“I won’t listen to you,” she defied her disloyal thoughts. “He’s my brother. I’ll not listen to you.”
A wide-open smile was on MacLean’s face as he swung the long gray machine around to the morning-glories.
“Coming to Wistaria? Oh, that’s bully.”