"I mean that people are actin' curious--them sports inside--" he jerked his thumb at the Boosters' Club behind him, "and the authorities." "How do you mean--curious?" "Don't show any interest--throw a wet blanket over everything as if they wanted to discourage me--I'm not sure that they're not tryin' to block me." "But why would they?" Teeters looked incredulous. Lingle shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know yet, but I've got my own opinion." "But you won't lay down," Teeters pleaded, "even if they pull against you?" "Not to notice!" the deputy replied grimly. CHAPTER XIII MRS. TOOMEY'S FRIENDSHIP IS TESTED Momentarily flustered, flattered, and not a little curious, Mrs. Toomey opened the door one afternoon and admitted Mrs. Abram Pantin, who announced vivaciously that she had run in informally for a few minutes and brought her shadow embroidery. Since Mrs. Pantin never ran in informally anywhere, and she was wearing the sunburst and rings which Mrs. Toomey had noted were in evidence when she wished particularly to have her position appreciated, the hostess, while expressing her pleasure, sought for the real purpose of the visit. Ostensibly admiring Mrs. Pantin's new coiffure, she thought, bridling, "Perhaps she's come to find out how we're managing since Mr. Pantin refused us." Yet Mrs. Toomey had to acknowledge that this did not seem like her visitor, either, for ordinarily she was too self-centered to be very curious about others. As the afternoon passed and Mrs. Pantin twittered brightly on impersonal subjects, introducing topics which evidenced clearly that her mentality was of a higher order than that of the women about her, whose conversation consisted chiefly of gossip and trivial happenings, Mrs. Toomey came to think that she was mistaken and that this friendly visit was a rare compliment. While Mrs. Pantin's bejewelled and rather clawlike fingers flew in and out of the embroidery hoop as she plied her needle, and while Mrs. Toomey adroitly selected the stockings which needed the least darning from her basket of mending, the latter came nearer really liking Priscilla Pantin than she had since she had known her. Mrs. Pantin exhibited a completed spray for Mrs. Toomey's approval and commented upon the swiftness with which time sped in congenial company. A delightful afternoon was especially appreciated in a community where there were so few with whom one could really unbend and talk freely--to all of which Mrs. Toomey agreed thoroughly, understanding, as she did, what Mrs. Pantin meant exactly. "Even in a small community one must keep up the social bars and preserve the traditions of one's up-bringing, mustn't one?" "One is apt to become lax, too democratic--it's the tendency of this western country," Mrs. Toomey assented. She felt very exclusive and elegant at the moment. Mrs. Pantin's eyes had been upon her work, now she raised them and looked at Mrs. Toomey squarely. "Have you seen--a--Miss Prentice lately?"