Almost Kenny could see him chirking up into insolence and the pertness of a bird.

It was precisely as he had expected.

When the door swung back, Adam was erect in his wheel-chair, electric with challenge.

His eyes were once more bright and sharp.
"Kenny," he demanded with asperity, "where have you been ?" Kenny glanced at the faded books stacked upon the bookshelves; and with the cabin uppermost in his mind he swung back dangerously to the hostile mood of the night before.

Adam Craig was a miser, cruel and selfish.