"What's come over you?" she demanded. "You've gone out of your head."
He dodged her desire for details. As Lambert had said, the thing wouldn't bear talking about. For the first time in his life he stood alone, and whatever he accomplished from now on would have to be done alone.
He saw his father striding toward them, the anxious light gone from his eyes. George experienced a vast relief.
"Father looks a little more cheerful," he commented, drying his face.
"Get supper, Ma," the man said as he came up.
She hesitated, held by her curiosity, while he turned on George.
"I don't wonder you couldn't open your mouth to me. You're to be out of here to-morrow."
"I'd made up my mind to that."
"And Old Planter wants to see you at nine o'clock to-night."
"Since you and Ma," George said, "seem on such good terms with him I suppose I'll have to go."