He
mumbled something in anger and Nan turned to look at him.
He wore sparse, sandy whiskers, now fast turning gray. The
outthrust of the lower part of his face was as sharp as that of a
fox, and he really looked like a fox. She was sure of his
identity before uncle Henry wheeled and, seeing the man, said:
"What's that you are saying, Ged Raffer? This is my niece, and
if you lay your tongue to her name, I'll give you something to go
to law about in a hurry. Come, Nan. Don't let that man touch so
much as your coat sleeve. He's like pitch. You can't be near
him without some of his meanness sticking to you."
Chapter XI
PINE CAMP AT LAST
It was the first shade upon Uncle Henry's character that
displeased Nan. He was evidently a passionate man, prone to give
way to elemental feelings, literally, "a man of wrath."
Gedney Raffer, weazened, snakelike, sly, and treacherous, had
doubtless wronged Uncle Henry deeply., But this fact could not
excuse the huge lumberman's language on the platform of the
Hobart Forks station.
Nan wanted to stop her ears with her fingers and run from the
spot. The tough fellows standing around enjoyed the war of words
hugely. Mr. Sherwood was too big to strike Gedney Raffer, and of
course the latter dared not use his puny fists on the giant.
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