Bud was watching Lafe. He expected to see his rival swell up with pride and elation. On the contrary, he was sure that he detected signs of disappointment in young Pennington.
“He don’t seem to be hankerin’ after the job,” was the attorney’s next shot.
“Lafe,” exclaimed his father belligerently, “did Mr. Elder select you for this work?”
“He did.”
“Then you do the job, or I’ll know why.”
“I thought it was all settled,” interposed Bud in a calm voice. “I ain’t makin’ any fuss about it. I ain’t claimin’ the right.”
“Then you won’t be disappointed,” snapped the judge, and he bustled angrily away.
“Bud?” asked the Attorney in a low voice, as Lafe walked away, “how much are you to get for workin’ all night?”
“Not a cent. It’s like goin’ to school to me.”