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He decided to put the matter squarely before her, and when they took the car arranged to have her sit beside him in a seat across the aisle from the mother and son, and almost immediately began his explanation by saying, very significantly:

“I reckon the boy is right, Miss Morse. You had better take that three-o’clock train.”

She faced him with instant appreciation of the change in his tone. “Why so?” she asked, fixing a clear and steady glance upon his face.

“It will be easier for him and better for–for all of us if you go. He wants to spare your mother from–“

She was quick to perceive his hesitation. “From what?” she asked. And as he did not at once reply she went on, firmly: “You might just as well tell me, Mr. Kelley. Fred’s been up to some mischief. He’s afraid, and you’re afraid, we’ll find out something to his disadvantage. Now tell me. Is it–is it–a woman?”

“No,” said Kelley as decisively as he could. “So far as I know Fred’s not tangled up that way.”

Quick as a flash she took him up on his emphasized word. “In what way is he tangled up?”

Kelley, more and more amazed at her shrewdness and directness, decided to meet it with blunt candor. “Well, you see, it’s like this. When he first came out here he struck a streak of hard luck and lost all he had. He was forced to go to work at anything he could get to earn money, and–you see, when a feller is down and out he’s got to grab anything that offers–and so, when Dutch Pete took a liking to him and offered him a job, he just naturally had to take it.”

“You mean he has been working at something we wouldn’t like to know about?”

“That’s the size of it.”

“What is this job? It isn’t working for you. You wouldn’t ask him to do anything that would be disgraceful.”

Kelley did not take time to appreciate this compliment. He made his plunge. “No. He has been working for–a saloon.”

She showed the force of the blow by asking in a horrified tone, “You don’t mean tending bar!”

“Oh no! Not so bad as that,” replied Kelley. “Leastways it don’t seem so bad to me. He’s been rolling the marble in a roulette wheel.”

She stared at him in perplexity. “I don’t believe–I–I don’t believe I understand what that is. Just tell me exactly.”

“Well, he’s been taking care of a roulette layout.”

“You mean he has been gambling?”

“Well, no. He hasn’t been gambling. At least, not lately. But he represents the house, you see. He is something like a dealer at faro and is on a salary.”

She comprehended fully now–at least she comprehended enough to settle back into her seat with a very severe and somber expression on her face. “That’s where his five per day comes from.” She mused for a little while on this, and then suddenly another thought came to her: “What about his being your partner?”

Kelley saw that it was necessary to go the whole way, and he said, quietly: “That was all fixed up yesterday. You see, he wanted to save your mother and you, and he came to me–and wanted me to take him in as a partner, and–I did it.”

“You mean a partner for a day?”

“Yes. He was mighty nervous about your coming, and I told him I would help him out. Of course, it didn’t worry me none, and so I concluded I would do it.”

Her face softened as she pondered upon this. “That was very good of you, Mr. Kelley.”

“Oh no! You see, I kinda like the boy. And then we’ve been partners–side partners. We room together.”

She looked out of the window, but she saw nothing of the landscape now. “I understand it all. You want me to take mother away before she finds out.”

“‘Pears like that is the best thing for you to do. It would hit her a good deal harder than it does you.”