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He asked this with his eyes still on his daughter.
"O.K., Charleton," replied Jimmy.
"You made a long trip, Charleton," said Douglas.
"Left the day after the rodeo," tossing his hat and gloves on the floor
and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I remember Little Marion was
laid up then with a sprained ankle or something. What do you hear from
your mother, Marion?"
"She's well and so's the baby. They'll be home anytime now."
"What's the matter with you, Marion?"
"O, I'm sort of used up."
"How do you mean used up? I don't like your looks. I'm not a fool, you
know."
Marion burst into tears. "You know what it is!"
Charleton made a sudden spring at Jimmy; but Douglas caught him by the
arm.
"Hold on, Charleton!" cried Doug. "If things have gone wrong, you're as
much to blame as any one."
"You clear out of here, Doug!" shouted Charleton.
"Don't you go, Doug and Judith!" sobbed Marion. "I need some one to stand
by me."
"I'm standing by you, Marion," said Jimmy, who had not stirred from his
chair. "I'd just as soon you'd beat me up, Charleton. A little sooner.
But that isn't going to help matters."
Charleton stood glaring at his prospective son-in-law.
"Come off, Charleton!" cried Douglas disgustedly. "You are a fine one to
raise trouble over a situation like this. Strikes me you've done
everything you could do to bring it about."
Charleton did not seem to hear. His face was cold and hard. "Marion, you
and Jimmy pack up and get out of here!"
"I can't, Dad! I'm too sick!" sobbed the girl.
"Sick or no sick, you get out of here!"
"Don't you do it, Marion!" cried Judith. "No man's got a right to act so
at a time like this. I'll stick by you. Jimmy, you go get Grandma Brown.
I'll bet she can fix Charleton."
Jimmy rushed out of the house.
"Now, Doug," Judith went on, walking over to take Marion's hand, "you and
Charleton go on out while I have a talk with Marion."
"This happens to be my house," said Charleton. "Marion, get up and get
out!"
"I can't!" repeated the girl.
"You are a fine guy to tell a fellow how to live on wine, women and
horses," exclaimed Douglas, "and then raise the devil when your chickens
come home to roost. We all know Little Marion was born a month before you
were married."
Charleton gave Douglas an ugly look. "I'll settle with you, for that,
young fellow!" He stepped toward the bed. "Are you going to get out,
Marion?"
"No, she isn't!" snapped Douglas. He made a sudden rush at Charleton and
pushed him into the kitchen, Judith slammed and locked the door behind
them.
It was on this scene that John Spencer appeared, closing the outer door
innocently behind him.
"I wanted to borrow your buckboard for a couple of weeks," he began. Then
he paused and looked inquiringly from his son to his old friend.
"Marion's in trouble," said Douglas, "and Charleton is trying to drive
her out. Jude and I won't let him."
"Why should you butt in?" demanded John.
"Anybody with a decent heart would," replied Douglas.
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