Part 11 (1/2)

”Uh-huh, yer Jake Vodell, the feller what's a-goin' to make all the big bugs hunt their holes, and give us poor folks a chance. Gee, but I'd like to be you!”

The man showed his strong white teeth in a pleased smile. ”You are all right, kid,” he returned. ”I think, maybe, you will play a big part in the cause sometime--when you grow up.”

Bobby swelled out his chest with pride at this good word from his hero.

”I'm big enough right now to put a stick o' danermite under old Adam Ward's castle, up there on the hill.”

Little Maggie caught her brother's arm. ”Bobby, yer ain't a-goin'--”

The man laughed. ”That's the stuff, kid,” he said. ”But you better let jobs like that alone--until you are a bit older, heh?”

”Mag an' me has been up there to the castle all this afternoon,”

bragged the boy. ”An' we talked with old Adam's daughter, too, an'--an'

everything.”

The man stared at him. ”What is this you tell me?”

”It's so,” returned Bobby, stoutly, ”ain't it, Mag? An' the other day Helen Ward, she give us a ride, in her autermobile--while she was a-visitin' with the Interpreter up there.”

Jake Vodell's black brows were drawn together in a frown of disapproval. ”So this Adam Ward's daughter, too, calls on the Interpreter, heh! Many people, it seems, go to this Interpreter.” To Bobby he said suddenly, ”Look here, it will be better if you kids stay away from such people--it will get you nothing to work yourselves in with those who are not of your own cla.s.s!”

”Yes, sir,” returned Bobby, dutifully.

”I will tell you what you can do, though,” continued the man. ”You can tell your father that I want him at the meeting to-night. Think you can remember, heh?”

”Yer bet I can,” replied the boy. ”But where'll I tell him the meetin'

is?”

”Never you mind that,” returned the other. ”You just tell him I want him--he will know where. And now be on your way.”

To Bobby's utter amazement, Jake Vodell went quickly up the steps that led to the Interpreter's hut.

”Gee!” exclaimed the wondering urchin. ”What do yer know about that, Mag? He's a-goin' to see our old Interpreter. Gee! I guess the Interpreter's one of us all right. Jake Vodell wouldn't be a-goin' to see him if he wasn't.”

As they trudged away through the black dust, the boy added, ”Darn it all, Mag, if the Interpreter _is_ one of us what's the princess lady goin' to see him for?”

CHAPTER VII

THE HIDDEN THING

Hiding in the shrubbery, Adam Ward chuckled and grinned with strange glee as he listened to his wife calling for him. Here and there about the grounds she searched anxiously; but the man kept himself hidden and enjoyed her distress. At last, when she had come so near that discovery was certain, he suddenly stepped out from the bushes and, facing her, waited expectantly.

And now, by some miracle, Adam Ward's countenance was transformed--his eyes were gentle, his gray face calm and kindly. His smile became the affectionate greeting of a man who, past the middle years of life, is steadfast in his love for the mother of his grown-up children.

Mrs. Ward had been, in the years of her young womanhood, as beautiful as her daughter Helen. But her face was lined now with care and shadowed by sadness, as though with the success of her husband there had come, also, regrets and disappointments which she had suffered in silence and alone.

She returned Adam's smile of greeting, when she saw him standing there, but that note of anxiety was still in her voice as she said gently, ”Where in the world have you been? I have looked all over the place for you.”