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e fence； when he heard rapid footsteps approaching in the new road； and Bill Fletcher threw himself over the crumbling rails and came panting into the strip of shade。 At sight of the man's face Christopher flung his hoe out into the field； where it bore down a giant plant； and bracing his body against the tree； prepared himself to withstand the shock of the first blow； but the other； after glaring at him for a breathless instant； fell back and rapped out a single thundering oath。 〃You hell…hound！ This is all your doing！〃
Throwing off the words with a gesture of his arm； Christopher stared coolly into the other's distorted face； then； yielding to the moment's vindictive impulse； he broke into a sneering laugh。
〃So you have heard the good news？〃 he inquired lightly。
Before the rage in the old man's eyesbefore the convulsed features and the quivering limbshe felt a savage joy suddenly take possession of him。
〃It's all your doing； every last bit of it；〃 repeated Fletcher hoarsely； 〃and I'll live to pay you back if I hang for it in the end！〃
〃Go ahead； then；〃 retorted Christopher； 〃you might as well hang for a sheep as for a lamb； you know。〃
〃Oh； you think I'm fooling？〃 said the other； wiping a fleck of foam from his mouth； 〃but you'll find out better some day； unless the devil gets you mighty quick。 You've made that boy a scamp and a drunkard； and now you've gone and married him to a〃 He swallowed the words and stood gasping above his loosened collar。
Christopher paled slightly beneath his sunburn； then； as he recovered his assurance； a brutal smile was sketched about his mouth。
〃Come； come； go easy；〃 he protested flippantly； 〃there's such a thing； you remember； as the pot calling the kettle black。〃
His gay voice fell strangely on the other's husky tones； and for the moment； in spite of his earth…stained hands and his clothes of coarse blue jean； he might have been a man of the world condescending to a peasant。 It was at such times； when a raw emotion found expression in the primitive lives about him； that he realised most vividly the gulf between him and his neighbours。 To his superficial unconcern they presented the sincerity of naked passion。
〃You've made the boy what he is；〃 repeated the old man； in a quiver from head to foot。 〃You've done your level best to send him to the devil。〃
〃Well； he had a pretty good start； it seems； before I ever laid eyes on him。〃
〃You set out to ruin him from the first； and I watched you；〃 went on Fletcher； choking over each separate word before he uttered it； 〃my eye was on your game； and if you were anything but the biggest villain on earth I could have stopped it。 But for you he'd be a decent chap this very minute。〃
〃And the pattern of his grandfather；〃 sneered Christopher。
Fletcher raised his arm for a blow and then let it fall limply to his side。 〃Oh； I'm done with you now； and I'm done with your gang；〃 he said。 〃Play your devil's tricks as much as you please； they won't touch me。 If that boy sets foot on my land again I'll horsewhip him as I would a hound。 Let him see who'll feed him now when he comes to starve。〃
Catching his breath； Christopher stared at him an instant in silence； then he spoke in a voice which had grown serious。
〃The more fool you； then；〃 he said。 〃The chap's your grandson； and he's a better one than you deserve。 Whatever he is； I tell you now； he's a long sight too good for such as youand so is Molly Peterkin； for that matter。 Heavens above！ What are you that you should become a stickler for honesty in others？ Do you think I've forgotten that you drove my father to his grave； and that the very land you live on you stole from me？ Pshaw！ It takes more than twenty years to bury a thing like that； you fool！〃
Fletcher looked helplessly round for a weapon； and catching sight of the hoe； raised it in his hands； but Christopher； seizing it roughly from him； tossed it behind him in the little path。
〃I'll have none of that；〃 added the young man grimly。
〃You're a liar； as your father was before you；〃 burst out Fletcher； swallowing hard； 〃and as for that scamp you've gone and sent to hell； you can let him starve or not； jest as you please。 He has made his choice between us； and he can stick to it till he rots in the poorhouse。 Much good you'll do him in the end； I reckon。〃
〃Well； just now it seems he hasn't chosen either of us；〃 remarked Christopher； cooling rapidly as the other's anger grew red hot。 〃It rather looks as if he'd chosen Molly Peterkin。〃
〃Damn you！〃 gasped Fletcher； putting up a nerveless hand to tear his collar apart； while a purple flush rose slowly from his throat to his forehead。 〃If you name that huzzy to me again I'll thrash you within an inch of your life！〃
〃Let's try it；〃 suggested Christopher in an irritating drawl。
〃Oh； I'm used to bullies like you；〃 pursued the old man。 〃I know the kind of brute that thinks he can knock his way into heaven。 Your father was jest sech another； and if you come to die a crazy drunkard like him it'll be about the end that you deserve！〃
An impatient frown drew Christopher's brows together； and； picking up the hoe； he walked leisurely out into the field。
〃Well； I can't stop to hear your opinion of me；〃 he observed。 〃You'll have to keep it until another time；〃 and breaking into a careless whistle； he strode off between the tobacco furrows on his way to bring the old mare from the pasture。
A little later； alone with the broad white noon and the stillness of the meadow； his gay whistle ended abruptly on his lips and the old sullen frown contracted his heavy brows。 It was in vain that he tried to laugh away the depression of the moment； the white glare of the fields and the perfume of wild flowers blooming in hot sunshine produced in him a sensation closely akin to physical nauseaa disgust of himself and of the life and the humanity that he had known。 What was it all worth； after all？ And what of satisfaction was there to be found in the thing he sought？ Fletcher's face rose suddenly before him； and when he tried to banish the memory the effort that he made brought but the more distinctly to his eyes the coarse； bloated features with the swollen veins across the nose。 Trivial recollections returned to annoy himthe way the man sucked in his breath when he was angry； and the ceaseless twitching of the small muscles above his bloodshot eyes。 〃Pshaw！ What business is it of mine？〃 he questioned angrily。 〃What am I to the man； that I cannot escape the disgust that he arouses？ Is it possible that I should be haunted forever by a face I hate？ There are times when I could kill him simply because of the repulsion that I feel。 As for the boylet him marry a dozen Molly Peterkinswho cares？ Not I； surely。 When he turns upon his grandfather and they fall to gnawing at each other's bones； the better I shall be pleased。〃 He shook his head impatiently； but the oppression which in some vague way he associated with the white heat and the scent of wild flowers still weighed heavily upon his thoughts。 〃Is it possible that after all that has happened I am not yet satisfied？〃 he asked； with annoyance。
For awhile he lingered by the little brook in the pasture； and then slipping the brid