The packing up of their own household impedimenta complete, there
came a few days of leisure--the first breathing spell that either
MacFarlane or Jack, or Ruth, too, for that matter, had had for
weeks. MacFarlane, in view of the coming winter--a long and
arduous one, took advantage of the interim and went south, to his
club, for a few days' shooting--a rare luxury for him of late
years. Jack made up his mind to devote every one of his spare
hours to getting better acquainted with Ruth, and that young
woman, not wishing to be considered either neglectful or selfish,
determined to sacrifice every hour of the day and as much of the
night as was proper and possible to getting better acquainted with
Jack; and the two had a royal time in the doing.
Jack, too, had another feeling about it all. It seemed to him that
he had a debt of gratitude--the rasping word had long since lost
its edge--to discharge; and that he owed her every leisure hour he
could steal from his work. He had spent days and nights in the
service of his friends, and had, besides, laid the burden of their
anxieties upon her.
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