aware of the glance that the couple exchanged when they saw him so forgive his enemy out of a natural kindness of heart.
The dog seemed less touched than they.
The man asked: “Where are you going to spend the night?”
Barney answered: “I thought maybe yuh ’d let me bunk in yer hayloft.”
He looked doubtfully at his wife. “We have n’t any hayloft,” he said.
She put in: “He could have the maid’s room—over the kitchen.”
“Yes. I suppose he could.”
“I ’ll make it up,” she said.
She left them. After a moment’s silence, the man followed her. And when they were gone, Barney turned to make a face, tauntingly, at the dog.
He was sure, from their manner, that there was some concealment of guilt in the house; and he was satisfied that he could find out what it was, before morning, if they let him spend the night under their roof.
