“Then how is a man to account for you?”
“He’d best not try; I’m a mortial poor person to account for. Maybe I’m up early—getting my lines for the next act.”
“Of course. What a stupid duffer I am! You must find us plain, plodding Americans horribly short-witted sometimes. Don’t you?”
Patsy shook a contradiction. “It’s your turn, now. What fetched ye abroad at this hour?”
Gregory Jessup slipped his arm through the horse’s bridle and fell into step with her. “Principally because I like the early morning better than any other part of the day; it’s fresh and sweet and unspoiled—like some Irish actresses. There—please don’t mind my crude attempt at poetic—simile,” for Patsy’s eyes had snapped dangerously. “If you only knew how rarely poetry or compliments ever came to roost on this dry tongue, you really wouldn’t want to discourage them when it does happen. Besides, there was another reason for my being up—a downright foolish reason.”
Gregory Jessup accompanied the remark with a downright foolish smile, and then lapsed into silence. In this fashion they walked to the bend of the road where another graveled driveway branched forth; and here the horse stopped of his own accord and whinnied.
“This is the Dempsy Carters’ place—where I’m stopping,” Gregory explained.
“Aye, but the other reason?” Patsy reminded him, her eyes friendly once more.
“Oh—the other reason; I told you it was a foolish one.” He stood rubbing his horse’s nose and looking over the road they had come for some seconds before he finally confessed to it. “It’s Billy, you see. Somehow it occurred to me that if he should be in trouble and at the same time knowing his father was sick—dying—he might be hanging around somewhere near here—uncertain just what to do—and not wanting any one to see him. In that case, the best time to run across him would be early morning before the rest of the people were awake and up. Don’t you think so?”
“It sounds more sensible than foolish; but I don’t think ye’ll ever find him that way. If he was clever enough to let the earth swallow him up, he’s clever enough to keep swallowed. There’s but one way to reach him—and it’s been in my mind since yester-eve.”