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Mrs. Gantry raised a plump hand, palm outward. "Between the two of you " "We know Mr. Blake the real man. You do not." "I never shall. I will not receive him never. He is impossible!" "What! never? the man who saved me from starvation, fever, wild beasts, from all the horrors of that savage coast? the intimate friend of the Earl of Avondale?" "Does he paint, Vievie?" called Dolores.
Did you suppose for a moment that I wouldn't have sense enough to see that the thing wasn't official, that it had no signatures and lacked even the name of the railroad company? I'm here now to tell you that you've got to do some real thing, and do it quickly. Let's go up and see the editor of The Capital." "What for?" demanded Gantry.
Blount saw no way to evade a positive order from the vice-president, but he was more than suspicious that Gantry or Kittredge, or possibly both of them, had misrepresented the right-of-way case to Mr. McVickar, in an attempt to get him away from the city and so to postpone a reiteration of the demand for a new freight tariff. What he did not suspect was that Mr.
Blount quickened his pace to a run, let himself in by means of his latch-key, and, cautiously opening his desk, groped in an inner drawer for the revolver which Gantry had persuaded him to buy as a part of the office furnishings. With the weapon in hand, he pushed through the unlatched door into Collins's room.
"Yes, he's all right. Just the same, unless she " He stopped, unable to speak the word. "In accepting him she would attain to " The tactful dame paused, considered, and altered her remark. "With him she would be happy." "I'm not saying 'no' to that," admitted Blake. "That is, provided " "Ah! And you say you love her!" broke in Mrs. Gantry.
Kittredge's men report that the speech-making has been a triumphant progress all over the State; bands, receptions, committees, and banquets wherever Blount goes." Mr. McVickar grunted. "The speeches have been all that anybody could ask. I've been reading them." Kittredge shook his head. "Gantry says they are, but I say no," he contended.
"As matters stand now, I am pretty well assured that I can do what I set out to do. I'm going to be able to make my own employers come through with clean hands." Gantry was shaking his head slowly, and again the curious smile flitted across his keen, fine-featured face, lingering for an instant at the corners of the eyes. "You say I'll have to make it plainer, and I will.
"Pretty good old town, isn't it?" laughed Gantry one day, when he had tolled Blount away from the Inter-Mountain luncheon to share a table with him in the Railway Club. "Getting so you feel a little more at home with us?" "If I'm not, it isn't your fault, Dick, or the fault of your friends.
"Is this a picture of your Crusoe coast?" "No, dear. I bought that in New York. But it is very like the place where Tom " "'Tom'!" reproached Mrs. Gantry. She looked around at her daughter. "Dolores, I presumed you left us when I ordered you." "Oh, no, not 'ordered, mamma. You said 'may, not 'must." "Leave the room!"
Blount's smile was as grim as any that Gantry had ever seen on the face of the Honorable David. "It's against nature for you to play the game straight, isn't it, Dick?" he said in mild reproach. "If you don't know that my father is still the head of the machine, and that the machine has always been for you in the past, I imagine you're the only man in the Sage-Brush State who needs enlightening.
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