Mechanically, as one does the most trivial things in the moments of
greatest strain, he went on putting away the decoys. Suddenly he
straightened up, and looked Palmer squarely in the face. "Harry," he
said more quietly, "this whole thing is an awful mistake from
beginning to end, but we certainly won't make things any better by
standing here quarreling. I won't say one word in criticism of your
action in coming on to a man's private property as you've done, and
using the language you've used to me, for I can understand the
provocation you think you're laboring under. On the contrary, I'll go
back with you with all the pleasure in the world. All I want is to
have you bring that Holton woman before us, and have her dare repeat a
word of that story. That's all I ask. But in the meantime, Harry,
remember we've been friends a long time, and let's both try to act a
little more like gentlemen, at any rate."
The unnatural flush had slowly receded from Palmer's face, leaving him
deathly pale. Evidently the strain upon him had been terrific. He
nodded shortly. "All right," he said, his voice sounding hard and
unnatural, "that's fair enough. But back to town we go to-night. I
can't stand this much longer. I've lived through hell to-day. So it's
back to town to-night. Is that understood?"
Gordon nodded. "Certainly," he assented readily. Then with apparent
irrelevance, he added, "How did you know where to find me? Ring up the
office?"
Palmer stared at him sullenly. "I don't see what difference that
makes," he said; "but if you want to know, your friend the Holton girl
told me."
"Ah, yes," said Gordon, "that was it, of course. I might have thought.
Stupid of me."
Slowly they walked along toward the house, until suddenly, near the
little cluster of pines, Gordon stopped. "Look here, Palmer," he
cried, "I don't want to ask favors of you when you're naturally
impatient and worked up over this thing, but on the other hand, my
conscience is clear, and half an hour more or less won't make any
difference, anyway. The last two nights there's been a big flock of
Canada geese trading by the point here, and I'm keen to get a crack at
them. In fact, that was what I came over for to-night. If it isn't too
trivial at such a time, do you mind letting me try them?"
Palmer hesitated, and Gordon hastened to add, "Unless, of course,
you're anxious to get to the station earlier for any other reason. I
suppose, though, you left word at your office or your home where you'd
gone, so that you don't really care particularly when you do get
back."
Palmer shook his head. "No, I didn't," he answered. "This thing broke
me all up, Gordon, and I posted right out here to see you. If you
really want to try the geese, go ahead. I suppose it won't make any
difference as to the train, anyway."
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