"Didn't I say I did? I could have
done it in less, too, only with a flat tire and----"
"Hey?" repeated Guy Little, over and over. "You done that? Hey? You
say----"
"I say," cut in Terry starting toward the closed door, "that there is a
man sick and a doctor wanted."
"Oh, can that part of it!" cried Little, coming after her again in his
excitement. "Chuck it! Forget it! The thing is that you made the run
from there to here--an' in the night time--an' with tire trouble
an'----"
"Doctor Bridges----"
"Is in there. Like I said. Playin' chess with the ol' man. You don't
know what that means. I do. Mos' usually, askin' a lady's pardon for
the way of sayin' it, it means Hell. Capital H. An' to-night the ol'
man has got the door locked an' he's two games behind an' he's sore as
a hoot-owl an' he says that anybody as breaks in on his play is-- No,
I can't say it; not in the presence of a lady. There's times when the
ol' man is so awful vi'lent he's purty near vile about it. Get me?"
"Guy Little, you just stand aside!" Terry's eyes blazed into his as
she threw out a hand to thrust his back. "I came for the doctor and
I'm going to get him."
Guy Little merely shook his head.
"You don't know the ol' man," he said quietly. "An' I do. I'm the
only man, woman or child livin' as does know him. You stan' aside."
He stepped quickly by her and rapped at the door.
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