52
THE LIGHT THAT FAILED
CHAP. III
The afternoon was well advanced when Torpenhow came to the door and saw Dick dancing a wild saraband under the skylight.
'I builded better than I knew, Torp,' he said, without stopping the dance. 'They're good! They're damned good! They'll go like flame! I shall have an exhibition of them on my own brazen hook. And that man would have cheated me out of it! Do you know that I'm sorry now that I didn't actually hit him?'
'Go out,' said Torpenhow,—'go out and pray to be delivered from the sin of arrogance, which you never will be. Bring your things up from whatever place you're staying in, and we'll try to make this barn a little more shipshape.'
'And then—oh, then,' said Dick, still capering, 'we will spoil the Egyptians!'
