“I always believe everybody.” The man laughed heartily. “It saves an awful lot of trouble.”
“Does it?” inquired Kate, as she slipped quietly into the other rocker.
Helen shook her head decidedly.
“Not when you’re living in this ‘dump’ of a village. Say, Mr. Bryant, you’ve heard of Mr. Ananias in the Bible? If you haven’t you ought to have. Well, the people who wrote about him never guessed there was such a place as Rocky Springs, or they’d sure have choked rather than have written about such a milk-and-water sort of liar as Mr. Ananias. Truth, he’s not a—circumstance. All you need to believe in Rocky Springs is what you come up against, and then you don’t need to be too sure you haven’t got—visions.”
“Yes, and generally mighty unpleasant—visions,” chimed in Kate, with a laugh.
Bill’s smiling eyes refused to become serious under the portent of these warnings.
“Guess I’ve been around Rocky Springs about five hours, and the visions I’ve had, so far, don’t seem to worry me a thing,” he said.
Helen smiled. She remembered her first meeting with this man.
“What were you doing with Fyles to-day?” she inquired unguardedly.
Bill suddenly brought his fist down on the arm of his rocker.