"Anything we can get for yuh at the store, Mrs.Hart?
Won't be any trouble at all--Oh, all right." He had caught another shake of the head.
"We may be gone till supper-time," he explained further, "and I trust to your good sense, Mrs.Hart, to see that the boys keep away from those fellows down there." The pipe, and also his head, again indicated the men in the orchard.

"We don't want any ill feeling stirred up, you understand, and so they'd better just keep away from 'em.

They're good boys--they'll do as you say." He leered at her ingratiatingly, shot a keen, questioning look at Good Indian, and went his lumbering way.
Grant went to the top of the steps, and made sure that he had really gone before he said a word.

Even then he sat down upon the edge of the stairway with his back to the pond, so that he could keep watch of the approaches to the spring-house; he had become an exceedingly suspicious young man overnight.
"Mother Hart, on the square, what do you think of Baumberger ?" he asked her abruptly.

"Come and sit down; I want to talk with you--if I can without having the whole of Idaho listening." "Oh, Grant--I don't know what to think! He seems all right, and I don't know why he shouldn't be just what he seems; he's got the name of being a good lawyer.