"I think he might do even that, he's got a look about him of acrook. But if he wins in court, what then?"
"Time will have to answer that, Louise."
"It wouldn't do a bit of good to go and shoot him up, though," she said.
"We can think of enough disagreeable things every minute, Louise, without reachin' out ahead so far after them," he reminded her, gently.
"Then I've got something to tell you that's not so disagreeable," she said, coming brightly out of the gloomy cloud that always obscured her when she talked of violence between him and Withers. "I'm going to quit my job tomorrow."
"You don't tell me?" There was consternation, rather than joy, in Tom's voice. He felt the blood creeping down, down, out of his face. "Are you goin' to leave McPacken, Miss Louise?"
"I've got Maud Kelly's place in the court house. Maud's been plugging for me strong, backed by Mrs. Cowgill, who despairs of ever seeing me catch an engineer in my present lowly situation."
"She's a calculatin' lady," said Tom. "What kind of a situation will you have in the court house, if I'll be allowed to inquire?"
"A sort of cashier, taking in money and giving out tax receipts. Maud says there is no great rush of business."
"There will be, I'll bet you. When you begin' takin' in money they'll come in from away out on the edges to pay their taxes. When do you aim to begin?"
