Rollins would have excused himself on the plea of fatigue after a long
day's ride, but Mr. Temple halted him.
"So long as we are here altogether," he said, "it won't hurt matters,
and may help them, to have a little talk."
From his chair in front of the fire, Mr. Temple looked up inquiringly
at Rollins, who stood to one side of the fireplace, his face in the
shadows. The latter did not speak. Jack thought quickly. Was it wise
for Mr. Temple, unaware of Rollins's duplicity, to discuss matters
with him? He decided not. He was bending down to throw more wood on
the fire and without rising he interposed an objection.
"Mr. Rollins must be pretty tired," he said, glad his face was averted
because he feared the scorn in his eyes would betray him. "And we've
all had a hard day. Suppose we let the discussion go until tomorrow."
Rollins spoke precipitately, and Jack believed there was a little note
of relief in his voice.
"Yes," said he, "that would be better. I am pretty tired, as Jack
says. Well, I'll turn in. Good night. I'll see you at breakfast and
after that we can have our talk."
Shaking hands with Mr. Temple and throwing curt nods to Bob and
Frank, Rollins left the room. A moment later Jack arose and followed
swiftly but silently to the door on the gallery.
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