He leaned forward and spat over the wheel, then subsided against the roof prop.
"Are you well?" he said, his imagination exhausted.
"Yes, very."
Daddy John looked at the backs of the mules. The off leader was a capricious female by name Julia who required more management and coaxing than the other five put together, and whom he loved beyond them all. In his bewildered anxiety the thought passed through his mind that all creatures of the feminine gender, animal or human, were governed by laws inscrutable to the male, who might never aspire to comprehension and could only strive to please and placate.
A footfall struck on his ear and, thrusting his head beyond the canvas hood, he saw Leff loafing up from the rear.
"Saw her come in here," thought the old man, drawing his head in, "and wants to hang round and snoop."
Since the Indian episode he despised Leff. His contempt was unveiled, for the country lout who had shown himself a coward had dared to raise his eyes to the one star in Daddy John's firmament. He would not have hidden his dislike if he could. Leff was of the outer world to which he relegated all men who showed fear or lied.
He turned to Susan:
"Go back in the wagon and lie down. Here comes Leff and I don't want him to see you."
The young girl thought no better of Leff than he did. The thought of being viewed in her abandonment by the despised youth made her scramble into the back of the wagon where she lay concealed on a pile of sacks. In the forward opening where the canvas was drawn in a circle round a segment of sky, Daddy John's figure fitted like a picture in a circular frame. As a step paused at the wheel she saw him lean forward and heard his rough tones.