No, there was no use of thinking
anything more about it, nor would he tell him. There were some
things that even Peter couldn't understand,--and no wonder, when
you think how many years had gone by since he loved any woman.
The chime of the little clock rang out.
Jack turned quickly: "Eleven o'clock, Uncle Peter, and I must go;
time's up. I hate to leave you."
"And what about the shanty and the cook?" said Peter, his eyes
searching Jack's.
"I'll go,--I intended to go all the time if you approved."
"And what about Ruth?"
"Don't ask me, Uncle Peter, not now." And he hurried off to pack
his bag.
CHAPTER XX
If Jack, after leaving Peter and racing for the ferry, had, under
Peter's advice, formulated in his mind any plan by which he could
break down Ruth's resolve to leave both her father and himself in
the lurch and go out in the gay world alone, there was one factor
which he must have left out of his calculations--and that was the
unexpected.
One expression of Peter's, however, haunted him all the way home:
--that Ruth was suffering and that he had been the cause of it.
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