On the street he had met the farm hand from the Bentley place and knew of his son's return to town.
When he was twelve years old he went to the Bentley farm to live.
And so young David went to live in the Bentley farmhouse with Jesse.
The hard insistent thing in Jesse Bentley that had kept the people in the house silent and timid and that had never been dispelled by the presence of the girl Louise was ap- parently swept away by the coming of the boy.
Jesse Bentley walked up and down in the bank office and grew more and more excited as he talked.
If Sherley Bentley, the woman who came each night to sit on the floor by his bedside, did not appear at once, he went to the head of the stairs and shouted, his young voice ringing through the narrow halls where for so long there had been a tradition of silence.
Day after day through the long summer, Jesse Bentley drove from farm to farm up and down the valley of Wine Creek, and his grandson went with him.
Jesse Bentley went along under the trees with his head bowed and with his mind in a ferment.
Old Captain Bentley had just been whistled up, and had granted her what he never granted before.
The performance being over, Captain Bentley motioned to them to clear out.
Captain Bentley made a nasty sound in his throat and spat overboard.