“So I perceive,” replied Orde, striking a match.
“Well, why don't you break it?”
“Not interested.”
The old warrior ran up the bank to where he could get a good view of his property. The water was pouring into the first-floor windows.
“Here!” he cried, running back. “I've a lot of grain up-stairs. It'll be ruined!”
“Not interested,” repeated Orde.
Reed was rapidly losing control of himself.
“But I've got a lot of money invested here!” he shouted. “You miserable blackguard, you're ruining me!”
Orde replaced his pipe.
Reed ran back and forth frantically, disappeared, returned bearing an antiquated pike-pole, and single-handed and alone attacked the jam!