"There weren't no opera this trip," the mason replied, spitting out his quid. "I—seed—other things."
"Is that so—what?"
The mason did not reply, but there was a reckless gleam in his blue eyes. He worked vigorously, then volunteered evasively,—
"I was just celebratin' around."
"Celebrating what?"
"Things in general—what you was tellin' me about our bein' cousins," he said, with a touch of his usual humor.
"Oh!" Adelle replied, discomposed. He had been thinking about it, then.
"Thought it deserved some celebratin'," Clark added.
Adelle's heart beat a little faster. If he only knew the whole truth!—then there would be something to celebrate, indeed!
"The strike's off," the mason remarked soon, as if he were anxious to get away from his own misdeeds.