It was brief. It contained only a few lines, but as Carnac read them the
colour left his face. "Good God!" he said to himself. Then he put the
paper in his pocket, and, with a forced smile and nod to his father and
Tarboe, left the office.
"That's queer. The letter seemed to get him in the vitals," said John
Grier with surprise.
Tarboe nodded, and said to himself: "It's a woman all right." He smiled
to himself also. He had wondered why Carnac and Junia Shale had not come
to an understanding. The letter which had turned Carnac pale was the
interpretation.
"Say, sit down, Tarboe," said John Grier. "I want to talk with you."
CHAPTER VIII
JOHN GRIER MAKES ANOTHER OFFER
"I've been keeping my eye on you, Tarboe," John Grier said presently, his
right hand clutching unconsciously the statue which his boy had left with
him.
"I didn't suppose you'd forget me when I was making or breaking you."
"You're a winner, Tarboe. You've got sense and judgment, and you ain't
afraid to get your own way by any route."
He paused, and gripped the statue closely in his hands.
Tarboe nodded. In the backwoods he had been without ambition save to be
master of what he was doing and of the men who were part of his world of
responsibility.
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