“Where’s Emma?” he asked of Black.
“She’s in with August. Dr. Brent, this gentleman lives here; he’s an old friend of Mr. Butte’s, and Mr. Jarlsen’s too, I may say.”
Quarry, returned in the noon recess to find a perfect stranger about to invade the house; did not understand the situation, as was very evident. He grinned absently, and went toward Jarlsen’s room door.
“Emma, come out here.” His tone was wheedling, and his fingers were tapping nervously on the wall. She came out to him quickly; her eyes were bright and her face was full of a vigorous hope.
“Hurry up!” she said; “I want to bring the doctor in.”
“Could you oblige me with the trifle you named Thursday? I want to blow it right in this noon.”
Emma thought it wise to pay him at once, although her heart was beating in her ears—she longed so for the doctor’s opinion on Jarlsen. She hesitated, and then said: “It is in the wallet between the shake-downs in the lean-to chamber. Put it back where you found it.”
She forgot him as she greeted the doctor; her whole mind was full of the Swede.
VII.
TROUBLE ACCUMULATES.
“If you’re feeding a mean dog, be sure he’ll bite you when he’s had enough.”