"They do not count for as much as that—to me," said St. John sourly.
"Then I presume you will not care to stop and dine with us, St. John," put in Marion.
"Thank you, no. I will remain another time—when it is more agreeable, Marion."
So speaking, St. John bowed low to the girl, nodded slightly to the young surgeon, and hurried from the place.
Marion looked at Harry Powell with a face that was crimson.
"Forget the insult, Harry!" she cried.
"It is not your fault, Marion. But what a cad St. John is! I never liked him much. I can easily understand how Jack cannot get along with him."
"I wish he would join the army. It might make a man of him."
"I believe he is too cowardly to don a uniform. But come, let us go into the house, or your mother will wonder what is keeping us."
When they entered the homestead they found Colonel Stanton taking his leave. The colonel was perfectly willing to allow the young surgeon to remain.