Daniels laughed scornfully.
“You see, Miss Howes?” he said again. Then, turning to Thankful: “Mrs. Barnes, I met Mr. Holliday Kendrick on the street just after he had come from the interview with his—er—attorney. He told me that he intended to force you into giving up your property to him and he told me also that his cousin here had the case in his hands and would work to carry it through. There seemed to be no doubt in his mind that this gentleman,” indicating John, “had accepted the responsibility. In fact he said he had.”
Captain Obed snorted. “That's plaguy nonsense!” he declared. “I know better. John ain't that kind of feller. You wouldn't help anybody to turn a woman out of her house and home, would you, John? Course you wouldn't. The swab! Just 'cause he's got money he cal'lates he can run everything. Well, he can't.”
“Goodness knows I hope he can't!” moaned Thankful.
“And in the meantime we are waiting to hear what his lawyer has to say,” observed Heman.
John stepped forward. “Daniels,” he said, “it strikes me that your 'we's' are a bit frequent. Why are you interfering in this affair?”
Mr. Daniels drew himself up. “I am not interfering,” he replied. “My interest is purely that of a friend. AS a friend I told Miss Howes what your cousin said to me. She seemed to doubt my word. In justice to myself I propose to prove that I have spoken the truth, that is all. So far I think I may say that I have proved it. Now I demand to know what you intend doing. Are you for Mrs. Barnes or against her?”
“So you demand that, do you?”
“I do. Will you answer?”
“No.”