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"Two? You mean you're goin' to come along an' help find--Ronny?"
Jeff's eyes were expressing the thanks his lips withheld.
Bud excused himself.
"Them Cathills is plumb full of fur an' things. Say, I ain't handled a
gun in weeks."
"Bud, you're----"
The door of the room was abruptly flung open and Jeff's words remained
unspoken.
"Supper, folks!"
Nan's smiling eyes glanced from one to the other. She stood in the
doorway compelling them. Besides, the memory of Jeff's letter was
still with her, and she was anxious to observe its later effect. That
which she now beheld was obviously satisfactory, and her smile deepened
contentedly.
CHAPTER II
CONFLICTING CURRENTS
They were busy days in Orrville. But business rarely yielded outward
display in its citizens. Men talked more. They perhaps moved about
more--in their customary leisurely fashion. But any approach to bustle
was as foreign to the rule of the township as it would be to a colony
of aged snails in a cyclone.
It was the custom of Orrville to rise early and go to bed late.
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