"
"And turn you out!" remarked Carnac ironically. "I needn't be turned
out. I hoped you'd keep me as manager. Few could do it as well, and, as
Member of Parliament, you haven't time yourself. I'll stay as manager at
twenty thousand dollars a year, if you like."
Carnac could not tell him the real reason for declining to inherit, but
that did not matter. Yet there flashed into his heart a love, which he
had never felt so far in his life, for John Grier. The old man had
believed he would come out right in the end, and so had left him the
fortune in so odd a way. How Carnac longed to tell Tarboe the whole
truth about Barode Barouche, and yet dare not! After a short time of
hesitation and doubt, Carnac said firmly:
"I'll stand by the will, if you'll be my partner and manager, Tarboe. If
you'll take half the business and manage the whole of it, I'll sell the
half for a dollar to you, and we can run together to the end."
Tarboe's face lighted; there was triumph in his eyes. It was all better
than he had dared to hope, for he liked the business, and he loathed the
way the world had looked at John Grier's will.
"Halves, pardner, halves!" he said, assenting gladly, and held out his
hand.
They clasped hands warmly.
The door opened and Junia appeared. She studied their faces anxiously.
When she saw the smiling light in them:
"Oh, you two good men!" she said joyously, and held out a hand to each.
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