sit down. Instead he
questioned:

"Brought some cobblin'?"

"No," said Bates. "Wanted to talk to you; that's all."

"Hurry up, then, 'cause I'm busy."

"Where's Jinnie?" queried Maudlin.

Swift anger changed the cobbler's face.

"What's that to you?" he demanded. "And you needn't be drippin'
tobacco juice around my shop."

"Won't hurt it, I guess," answered Maudlin insolently, sitting down
heavily.

With every passing minute, Lafe was growing more and more enraged.

"Yap me your business and get out," he ordered, picking up his
hammer.

He settled his eyes on the sodden face before him, and for a minute or
two each plumbed the strength of the other.

"I'm goin' to marry Jinnie," announced Maudlin, drawing his large feet
together and clasping his fingers over his knees.

The cobbler deliberately placed the hammer beside him once more and
leaned back against the wall.

"Who said so?" he asked.

"I do," defied Maudlin, swaggering.

"Is that what you come to say to me?"

"Yep."

"Well, now you're done with your braggin', get out, an' get out
quick."

But Maudlin didn't move.

"I said to scoot," said Lafe presently, in suppressed tones. He was
magnificent in his ferocity.

"I heard you!" observed Maudlin, still sitting, though a little cowed
in his former egotistical spirit.

Lafe picked up the hammer and pounded frantically on the sole of a
shoe.

"I'm goin' to have money," muttered Maudlin when the cobbler paused
for a few nails.

As Lafe proceeded with his work silently, Maudlin said:

"I'll marry Jinnie and take the empty shack next to pa's. I got money,
I said."

Lafe's lips were moving rapidly, but the other could not hear what he
was saying. The fact was, the cobbler was asking for strength and
self-control.

"Where's Jinnie?" demanded Maudlin again.

"She ain't here," said Lafe, "an' I want you to get out before she
comes."

He said this more gently, because his muttered prayers had somewhat
assuaged his rage.

Just then a motor car dashed into the little lane at the side of the
house, and Maudlin knew that Morse had arrived.

"I'll go when I see Jinnie," he insisted, sinking deeper into his
chair, "I want to tell 'er somethin' about a party."

"Ain't no show o' your seein' 'er to-day," replied Lafe. "I bargained
with your pa about you lettin' my girl alone, and that's all there is
to it."

"Pa's cobblin' ain't nothin' to do with me," observed Maudlin darkly.
"I'll wa