“No? But in a matter like this—I am sure.”
“Kee-rect! You got him. He’s marchin’.”
“Marching?”
“To the music of war. He’s quit slinkin’. Left—right, left—right! True to the drum. Watch his feet.”
“Good-bye, Eli Wade,” said Marcia. “If your big idea works out—I shall love you forever.”
To Judge Selden Dana, when she unfolded it, it seemed more like her own idea. Unquestionably, however, it was a promising one. If there were only time! If the scheme could be set afoot before The Fair Dealer was in the field; if some way could be found to delay the publication—at which point Judge Dana fell to thinking powerfully. All the pleasant candor went out of his face, as he pondered, and it became subtle and secret and dark. Yet the girl, watching, liked it and trusted it none the less in this manifestation. She knew that the mind within was working to good ends. At length he spoke.
“I’ve got a plan for The Fair Dealer. No; never mind what it is. Forget that we even spoke of it.”
“It is forgotten.”
“Go ahead with the women. Mr. Clark and I will help where we can. You can organize the University girls?”
“Yes.”