“Does he understand about McGowan's contract?” inquired Jack mechanically, his eyes on Ruth. Her voice still rang in his ears--its pathos and suffering stirred him to his very depths.
“Yes--I told him all about it,” MacFarlane replied. “The Road will stand behind us--so the General Manager says--but every day's delay is ruinous to them. It will be night-and-day work for us now, and no let-up. I have notified the men.” He rose from his seat and crossed to his daughter's side, and leaning over, drew her toward him: “Brace up, little girl,” there was infinite tenderness in his cadences--“it's all in a lifetime. There are only two of us, you know--just you and me, daughter--just you and me--just two of us. Kiss me, Puss.”
Regaining his full height he picked up his storm-coat from the chair where he had flung it, and with the remark to Jack, that he would change his clothes, moved toward the door. There he beckoned to him, waited until he had reached his side, and whispering in his ear: “Talk to her and cheer her up, Breen. Poor little girl--she worries so when anything like this happens”--mounted the stairs to his room.
“Don't worry, Miss Ruth,” said Jack in comforting tones as he returned to where she sat. “We will all pull out yet.”
“It is good of you to say so,” she replied, lifting her head and leaning back so that she could look into his eyes the better, “but I know you don't think so. Daddy was just getting over his losses on the Susquehanna bridge. This work would have set him on his feet. Those were his very words--and he was getting so easy in his mind, too--and we had planned so many things!”
“But you can still go to Newport,” Jack pleaded. “We will be here some months yet, and--”
“Oh--but I won't go a step anywhere. I could not leave him now--that is, not as long as I can help him.”
“But aren't you going to the Fosters' and Aunt Felicia's?” She might not be, but it was good all the same to hear her deny it.
“Not to anybody's!” she replied, with an emphasis that left no doubt in his mind.
“But you were going if we went to Morfordsburg,” he persisted. He was determined to get at the bottom of all his misgivings. Perhaps, after all, Peter was right.
Ruth caught her breath. The name of the town had reopened a vista which her anxiety over her father's affairs had for the moment shut out.