As he left the room to call his wife I touched Selwyn's arm and
pointed to an open book on an old desk near the window at which
travelers were supposed to register. "Ask him if he can't have a
lunch fixed for us to take with us. Then you won't have to register
or explain. Tell him anything will do, and please to hurry!"
He did not hurry. Nobody hurries in Claxon. It was twelve o'clock
before the buggy was at the door, a basket of lunch in it, and
good-bys said; and giving a last look around the big, dusty, sunshiny
room with cobwebs on its walls and furniture in it that would have
made a collector sick with desire, I walked out on the porch, and
with me went the three dogs which had been stretched in front of the
big log fire. Together we went down the steps.
Tucking a robe around me, the old gentleman nodded to Selwyn. "Don't
let your wife get cold, suh, and don't stay out too long. The sun's
deceiving and it ain't as warm as it looks." Being deaf, he spoke
loudly. "The battlefields are to your left about half a mile from
the creek with a water-oak hanging over it, and nigh about two miles
from here.
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