"
"Hang him!" groaned Dauntless, his spirits falling, but instantly
reviving. "But he's dead in love with Miss Courtenay. It's pitiful,
old man. He feels that he's got to marry Nell, but it's not in his
heart to do it. Now if we could only shunt him off on to Miss
Courtenay this evening! Her train leaves at nine, they say. He might
be forced to take her to the station if you will only get busy and
make him jealous."
"Jealous? I?"
"Certainly. It won't be much of an effort for you, and it will help me
immensely. Make love to her this afternoon, and when you suggest
taking her to the station this evening he'll be so wrought up that he
won't stand for it. See what I mean?"
"Now see here, Joe, I'm willing to do a great deal for you, but this
is too much. You forget that I am a minister of the gospel. It's--"
"I know, old man, but you might do a little thing like this for--By
Jove, I've got it! Why not have old Mr. Van Truder for the other
witness?"
Mr. Van Truder was crossing the lawn, picking his way carefully.
"Good afternoon," greeted Dauntless.
"Afternoon," responded Mr. Van Truder. "Is this the hotel?"
"No, sir; the hotel is about ten feet to your left.
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