Any other little item you'd like to take on?"
Larry ignored the irony of the question. "Some of those things I'm
going to do," he said confidently. "And any I see I'm going to fail
in, I'll get warning to the people involved. But to come back to your
promise: are you willing to give your promise now that you know all
the facts?"
Hunt pulled for a long moment at his pipe. Then he said almost
gruffly:
"I guess you've guessed that Isabel Sherwood is about the most
important person in the world to me?"
That was the nearest Hunt had ever come to telling that he loved Miss
Sherwood. Larry nodded.
"I'm in bad there already. Suppose your foot slips and everything
about Dick goes wrong. What'll be my situation when she learns I've
known all along and have just stood by quietly and let things happen?
See what I'll be letting myself in for?"
"I do," said Larry, his spirits sinking. "And of course I can
understand your decision not to give your promise."
"Who said I wouldn't give my promise?" demanded Hunt. "Of course I
give my promise! All I said was that the weather bureau of my bad toe
predicts that there's likely to be a storm because of this--and I
want you to use your brain, son, I want you to use your brain!"
He upreared his big, shag-haired figure and gripped Larry's hand.
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