Oh, I've had a battle."
"Anybody I know?"
"Yes, but I can't talk about her. There's a man in the case, see!
I'm going slow to start with."
Runnels, who had never seen Kirk with any woman except Edith
Cortlandt, formed his own conclusions, helped a bit, perhaps, by
the memory of that conversation with John Weeks on the day of
their ride across the Isthmus. That these conclusions were not
pleasing to him, he showed when he returned to his office. He
stood an instant in thought, looking rather stern, then murmured,
half aloud: "That's one thing I wouldn't stand for."
Kirk had hard work to refrain from shaving himself twice that
evening, so overcareful was he about his toilet, yet his
excitement was as nothing compared to that of Allan, who looked on
with admiration tempered by anxious criticism. The boy, it seemed,
appropriated to himself the entire credit for the happy ending of
this affair.
"It will be a grand wedding, sar," he exclaimed. "H'Allan will be
there for giving you away."
"You don't know enough about me to give me away," Kirk returned,
lightly.
"I shall be needing some h'expensive garments for the ceremony. I
would h'ahsk you to be so kind--"
"Not too fast. It hasn't gone quite that far yet.
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