"
"I know which has the right without any more finding out," said
Larry. "The shortest way to his house is by the ride through the
wood, Mr. Morton. It takes you out on his land on the other side.
But I don't think you'll find him there. One of my men told me that
he had made himself scarce." Then he added as the two were going
on, "I should like to have just a word with you, Mr. Morton. I've
been thinking of what you said, and I know it was kind. I'll take a
month over it. I won't talk of selling Chowton till the end of
February;--but if I feel about it then as I do now I can't stay."
"That's right, Mr. Twentyman;--and work hard, like a man, through
the month. Go out hunting, and don't allow yourself a moment for
moping."
"I will," said Larry, as he retreated to the house, and then he
gave directions that his horse might be ready for the morrow.
They went in through the wood, and the Senator pointed out the spot
at which Bean the gamekeeper had been so insolent to him. He could
not understand, he said, why he should be treated so roughly, as
these men must be aware that he had nothing to gain himself. "If I
were to go into Mickewa," said Morton, "and interfere there with
the peculiarities of the people as you have done here, it's my
belief that they'd have had the eyes out of my head long before
this.
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