Let him be
lost, and stay lost, and be damned to him."
Daddy John looked up from the sheaf of newly gathered sage with the
alertness of a scared monkey. Susan stepped back, feeling suddenly
breathless. Courant made a movement as if to follow her, then stopped,
his face rived with lines and red with rage. He was shaken by what to
her was entirely inexplicable anger, and in her amazement she stared
vacantly at him.
"What's that, what's that?" chirped Daddy John, scrambling to his feet
and coming toward them with chin thrust belligerently forward and
blinking eyes full of fight.
Neither spoke to him and he added sharply:
"Didn't I hear swearing? Who's swearing now?" as if he had his doubts
that it might be Susan.
Courant with a stifled phrase turned from them, picked up his hammer
and began driving in the stakes.
"What was it?" whispered the old man. "What's the matter with him? Is
he mad at David?"
She shook her head, putting a finger on her lip in sign of silence, and
moving away to the other side of the fire. She felt the strain in the
men and knew it was her place to try and keep the peace.
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