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"I guess we might as well think that as anything. "

"I claim the boys has a right t’ take sumpthin’ out o’ his hide," Bent Wilson stubbornly insisted.

"Ain’t enough t’ go ’round," laughed McPhail. "Besides, I can’t have it. Link an’ I own the biggest share in ‘im, an’ we can’t have him hurt. "

McIlvaine and Vance grinned. "That’s a fact, Mac. We four fellers are the main losers. He’s ours, an’ we can’t have him foundered ‘r crippled ‘r cut up in any way. Ain’t that woman of his gritty?"

"Gritty ain’t no name for her. She’s goin’ into business. "

"So I hear. They say Jim was crawling around a little yesterday. I didn’t see.

"I did. He looks pretty streak-id now, you bet. "

"Wha’d he say for himself?"

"Oh, said give ‘im time–he’d fix it all up. "

"How much time?"

"Time enough. Hain’t been able to look at a book since. Say, ain’t it a little curious he was so sick just then–sick as a p’isened dog?"

The two men looked at each other in a manner most comically significant. The thought of poison was in the mind of each.

It was under these trying circumstances that Sanford began to crawl about, a week or ten days after his sickness. It was really the most terrible punishment for him. Before, everybody used to sing out, "Hello, Jim!" or "Mornin’, banker," or some other jovial, heartwarming salutation. Now, as he went down the street, the groups of men smoking on the sunny side of the stores ignored him, or looked at him with scornfull eyes.

Nobody said, "Hello, Jim!", not even McPhail or Vance. They nodded merely, and went on with their smoking. The children followed him and stared at him without compassion. They had heard him called a scoundrel and a thief too often at home to feel any pity for his pale face.

After his first trip down the street, bright with the December sunshine, he came home in a bitter, weak mood, smarting, aching with a poignant self-pity over the treatment he had received from his old cronies.

"It’s all your fault," he burst out to his wife. "If you’d only let me go away and look up another place, I wouldn’t have to put up with all these sneers and insults. "

"What sneers and insults?" she asked, coming over to him.

"Why, nobody ‘ll speak to me. "

"Won’t Mr. McPhail and Mr. Mcllvalne?"

"Yes; but not as they used to. "

"You can’t blame ’em, Jim. You must go to work and win back their confidence. "

"I can’t do that. Let’s go away, Nell, and try again. " Her mouth closed firmly. A hard look came into her eyes. "You can go if you want to, Jim, I’m goin’ to stay right here till we can leave honorably. We can’t run away from this. It would follow us anywhere we went; and it would get worse the farther we went"

He knew the unyielding quality of his wife’s resolution, and from that moment he submitted to his fate. He loved his wife and children with a passionate love that made life with them, among the citizens he had robbed, better than life anywhere else on earth; he had no power to leave them.

As soon as possible he went over his books and found out that he owed, above all notes coming in, about eleven thousand dollars. This was a large sum to look forward to paying by anything he could do in the Siding, now that his credit was gone. Nobody would take him as a clerk, and there was nothing else to be done except manual labor, and he was not strong enough for that.