" The pipe, and also his
head, again indicated the men in the orchard. "We don't want any
ill feeling stirred up, you understand, and so they'd better just
keep away from 'em. They're good boys--they'll do as you say."
He leered at her ingratiatingly, shot a keen, questioning look at
Good Indian, and went his lumbering way.
Grant went to the top of the steps, and made sure that he had
really gone before he said a word. Even then he sat down upon
the edge of the stairway with his back to the pond, so that he
could keep watch of the approaches to the spring-house; he had
become an exceedingly suspicious young man overnight.
"Mother Hart, on the square, what do you think of Baumberger?" he
asked her abruptly. "Come and sit down; I want to talk with
you--if I can without having the whole of Idaho listening."
"Oh, Grant--I don't know what to think! He seems all right, and I
don't know why he shouldn't be just what he seems; he's got the
name of being a good lawyer.
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