One afternoon spurrier started over to the house he had rented, but into which he had not yet moved.
spurrier entered the smoke room and stood for a moment in its threshold.
Slowly, as though his tireless limbs had grown suddenly old, spurrier mounted and rode on with reins hanging.
spurrier bowed and watched the well-groomed figure disappear.
The chief glanced toward the door with a glance of dismissal, and the door became to spurrier the emblem of finality.
spurrier had not yet seen him but at any moment he might do so.
spurrier stood looking into the face of the other and then impulsively he thrust out his hand.
He paused for permission and spurrier prompted: “Yes, please go on.”
For a time after that whatever enemies spurrier had seemed to have lost their spirit of eagerness.
spurrier did not ask what had been said about Trabue, but he guessed that it savored of anathema.