“I felt one was needed.”
“I can’t see why. By the way, Mary-Clare, those squatters at the Point are going to get a rough deal. Either they’re going to pay regular, or be kicked out. I tell you when Tim Maclin sets his jaw, there is going to be something doing.”
This was unfortunate, but Larry was ill at ease.
“Maclin doesn’t own the Point, Larry.”
“You better listen to Maclin and not Peter Heathcote.” Larry retraced his steps. His doubt of Northrup had led him astray.
Mary-Clare gave him a startled look.
“Maclin’s a brute,” she said quietly. “I prefer to listen to my friends.”
“Maclin’s our friend. Yours and mine. You’ll learn that some day.”
“I doubt it, Larry, but he’s your employer and I do not forget that.”
“I wouldn’t. And you’re going to change your mind some fine day, my girl, about a lot of things.”