Todd sprang up and began to fling the chairs about with extravagant energy in his pretense of being useful.
“Let’s help Mrs. Aydelot as swift as possible. It’s hot as the dickens this morning, and the prognostics are for a cyclone before twelve hours. It’s nearly eleven of ’em now. I’ll take you home when we are through. Thaine isn’t the whole of Grass River and the adjacent creeks and tributaries and all that in them is.”
CHAPTER XV
The Coburn Book
| And I see, from my higher level, It is not the path but the pace That wearies the back, and dims the eye, And writes the lines on the face. —Margaret E. Sangster. |
Meanwhile the May sunshine beat hot upon the green prairie, and the promised storm gathered itself together behind the horizon where the three headlands were lost in an ash-colored blur. Wykerton, shut in by the broken country about Big Wolf Creek, was more uncomfortable than the open prairie. And especially was it uncomfortable in the “blind tiger” of the Wyker eating-house.
Today the men of the old firm of Champers & Co. were again holding a meeting in this little room that could have told of much lawless plotting if walls could only tell.
“It’s danged hot in here, Wyker. Open that window,” Darley Champers complained. “What kept you fellows so long, anyhow?”