'Bounder
Josh'--that's what they call me, isn't it?"
"When they're frank they do."
Craig drew a long breath, shook himself like a man gathering
himself together after a stunning blow. He reflected a moment.
"Come along, Grant. I'm going back in your machine."
"The driver'll take you," replied Arkwright stiffly. "I prefer to
walk."
"Then we'll walk back together."
"We will not!" said Arkwright violently. "And after this morning
the less you say to me the better pleased I'll be, and the less
you'll impose upon the obligation I'm under to you for having
saved my life once."
"You treacherous hound," said Craig pleasantly. "Where did you get
the nerve to put on airs with me? What would you have done to her
in the same circumstances? Why, you'd have sneaked and lied out of
it. And you dare to scorn me because I've been frank and direct!
Come! I'll give you another chance. Will you take me back to town
in your machine?"
A pause, Craig's fierce gaze upon Grant, Grant's upon the ground.
Then Grant mumbled surlily: "Come on."
When they were passing the front windows of the house Craig
assumed that Margaret was hiding somewhere there, peering out at
them.
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