"Did Jones like you?"
"I think he did."
"Jones is an eccentric ... but nine-tenths of the time he is right in his contentions ... his moral indignations ... it is his spirit of no compromise that defeats him."
With that she reached out one hand to me, with that pretty droop of the left corner of her mouth, that already had begun to fascinate me....
"Help me up ... a hammock's a nice place to be in, but an awkward thing to get out of."
I took her hand and helped her rise to a sitting posture.
"Ruth's in the little house typing ... Penton and Darrie are a-field taking a walk."
I paused where I was. Mrs. Baxter stood directly in the pathway that led to my tent. And the second act of Judas had begun to burn in my brain, during my vigorous walk back from Jones's shack....
"In the yard of an inn at Capernaum. On the left stands the entrance to the inn. In the extreme background lies the beach, and, beyond, the Sea of Galilee. A fisherboat is seen, drawn up on shore. Three fishermen discovered mending nets, at rise of curtain."