“That's what makes me so mad at the stupid fools!” said Oakley, with some bitterness. “They haven't the brains to see that they have a lot more at stake than any one else. If they could gain anything from a fight I'd have plenty of patience with them, but they are sure losers. Even if they strike, and the shops are closed for the next six months, it won't cost Cornish a dollar; indeed, it will be money in his pocket.” “I don't think they'll strike,” said the doctor. “I didn't mean that exactly, but they'll try to keep you on a strain.” “They have done about all they can in that direction. The worst has happened. I won't say it didn't bruise me up a bit. Why, I am actually sore in every bone and muscle. I was never so battered, but I'm beginning to get back, and I'm going to live the whole thing down right here. I can't have skeletons that are liable to be unearthed at any moment.” He took a letter from his pocket, opened it and handed it to the doctor. “I guess you can see to read this if you will step nearer the street-lamp.” The letter was an offer from one of the big Eastern lines. While the doctor knew very little of railroads, he understood that the offer was a fine one, and was impressed accordingly. “I'd take it.” he said. “I wouldn't fritter away my time here. Precious little thanks you'll ever get.” “I can't honorably break with General Cornish. In fact, I have already declined, but I wanted you to see the letter.” “I am sorry for your sake that you did. You are sure to have more trouble.” “So much the more reason why I should stay.” “I am quite frank with you, Oakley. Some strong influence is at work. No, it hasn't to do with your father. You can't well be held accountable for his acts.” Ryder's laughter reached them as he spoke. Oakley could see him faintly outlined in the moonlight, where he sat between Constance Emory and her mother. The influence was there. It was probably at work at that very moment. “I wouldn't be made a martyr through any chivalrous sense of duty,” continued the doctor. “I'd look out for myself.” Dan laughed again. “You are preaching cowardice at a great rate.” “Well, what's the use of sacrificing one's self? You possess a most horrible sense of rectitude.” “I would like to ask a favor of you,” hesitating. “I was going to say if there was anything I could do--” “If you don't mind,” with increasing hesitancy, “will you say to Miss Emory for me that I'd like to see her to-morrow afternoon? I'll call about three--that is--” “Yes, I'll tell her for you.” “Thank you,” gratefully. “Thank you very much. You think she will be at home?” awkwardly, for he was afraid the doctor had misunderstood. “I fancy so. I can see now, if you wish.” “No, don't. I'll call on the chance of finding her in.” “Just as you prefer.” Oakley extended his hand. “I won't keep you standing any longer. Somehow our talk has helped me. Good-night.” “Good-night.”