CHAPTER XXI.
GABRIEL, GOOD SAMARITAN.
On the evening of July third, a week later, Gabriel Armstrong found himself at Rochester, having tramped the hundred miles from Syracuse, by easy stages.

During this week, old Flint took good care not to reopen the subject of the break with Waldron; and his daughter, too, avoided it.

They two were apparently at an impasse regarding it.

But Flint inwardly rejoiced, knowing full well the plot now under way.

And though Waldron urged him to take some further action and force the issue, Flint bade him hold his peace, and wait, telling him all would yet be well.
Outwardly calmer, the old man was raging, within, more and ever more bitterly, against Armstrong.