Probably the silence had been equally welcome to Prather in charting his own course in the now unavoidable interview.

whispered Prather to Bob, as he smiled at the prospect.

And the spark of John Wingfield, Knight, skipping generations before it settled on a descendant, had not chosen John Prather for its favor.

It started Prather on all fours laboriously toward him.

With John Prather out of the way, he had decided on an outright falsehood to his son.