"
"What made you notice it?"
"He began to walk with his hands held out in front of him, and
sometimes he lifted his feet too high."
"Can he see at all now, George?"
"Oh, yes, a little bit--enough to make his way to the office and
back."
"Poor old governor! George, until you told me this afternoon, I
hadn't heard a word about it. If I had, I never would have taken that
two-year jaunt around the world."
George Sea Otter grunted. "That's what your father said, too. So he
wouldn't tell you, and he ordered everybody else to keep quiet about
it. Myself--well, I didn't want you to go home and not know it until
you met him."
"That was mighty kind and considerate of you, George. And you say
this man Colonel Pennington and my father have been having trouble?"
"Yes--" Here George Sea Otter gracefully unburdened himself of a
fervent curse directed at Shirley's avuncular relative; whereupon
that young lady promptly left the window and heard no more.
They were on the road again by eight o'clock next morning, and just
as Cardigan's mill was blowing the six o'clock whistle, Bryce stopped
the car at the head of the street leading down to the water-front.
"I'll let you drive now, George," he informed the silent Sea Otter.
He turned to Shirley Sumner. "I'm going to leave you now," he said.
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