Swan, I'll get you that tobacco first and see if Brit needs
anything."
He started to the house, and Swan followed him aimlessly, his long
strides bringing him close to Lone before they reached the door.
"What do you make of this new play?" Lone muttered cautiously when he
saw Swan's shadow move close to his own.
"By golly, it's something funny about it. You stick with them, Loney,
and find out. I'm taking Al's trail with Yack. You fix it." And he
added whimsically, "Not so much tobacco, Lone. I don't eat it or smoke
it ever in my life."
His voice was very Swedish, which was fortunate, because Senator
Warfield appeared softly behind him and went into the house. Swan was
startled, but he hadn't much time to worry over the possibility of
having been overheard. Brit's voice rose in a furious denunciation of
Bill Warfield, punctuated by two shots and followed almost immediately
by the senator.
"My God, the whole family's crazy!" Warfield exclaimed, when he had
reached the safety of the open air. "You're right, Lone. I thought I'd
be neighborly enough to ask what I could do for him, and he tried to
kill me!"
Lone merely grunted and gave Swan the tobacco.
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