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In the mean time, to go back a little, during this day of hurryings to and fro Blashfield Hunnicott had been having the exciting experiences of a decade crowded into a corresponding number of hours. Early in the morning he had begun besieging the headquarters wire office for news and instructions, and, owing to Kent's good intentions to be on the ground in person, had got little enough of either.
"If you and Hawk have got your papers in good shape, the thing will go through like a hog under a barbed-wire fence." It was two weeks after the date of the governor's fishing trip, and by consequence Judge MacFarlane's court had been the even fortnight in session in Gaston, when Kent's attention was recalled to the forgotten Varnum case by another letter from the local attorney, Hunnicott.
"We fought it, of course in the only way it could be fought in the lower court. I got a continuance, and we choked it off in the same way at the succeeding term. The woman was tired out long ago, but Hawk will hang on till his teeth fall out." "Do you 'continue' again?" asked the general manager. Kent nodded. "I so instructed Hunnicott. Luckily, two of our most important witnesses are missing.
Hunnicott was waylaid by a court officer as he was leaving the room; and a moment later, totally unprepared, he was in the judge's office, listening in some dazed fashion while Hawk went glibly through the formalities of presenting his petition.
Have you money?" Since it was the day after the Hunnicott remittance, Kent could answer yes with a good conscience. "Then spend it," she said; and he did spend it like a millionaire, lying awake nights to devise new ways of employing it. And for the abutments of the arch of proof the money-spending sufficed.
None the less, he ran to the baggage-room end of the building and, capturing an express wagon, had himself trundled out to the Court House. The judge was at his desk when Hunnicott entered, and Hawk was on hand, calmly reading the morning paper.
If you were, I should never give you a moment's peace until you consented to take a partnership with me. It's as plain as day, now." "Is it? Then I wish you would make it appear so to me. I am not half as subtile as you give me credit for being." "Yet you worked this out." "That was easy enough; after I had seen Mrs. Brentwood's letter, and yours from Mr. Hunnicott.
We shall prepare a motion for the discharge of the receiver and for the vacation of the order appointing him, and ask the judge to set an early day for the hearing on the merits of the case. He can't refuse." Hunnicott shook his head. "It has been all cut and dried from 'way back," he objected. "They won't let you upset it at the last moment." "We'll give them a run for their money," said Kent.
Hunnicott sprang up and slapped his leg. "By Jupiter, Kent! They are selling every last man of them!" "Precisely. And when they have sold all they have to sell?" "They'll turn us loose drop us quit booming the town, if your theory is the right one. But say, Kent, I can't believe it, you know. It's too big a thing to be credited to Jim Guilford and his handful of subs in the railroad office.
"It used to be said of you in the flush times that you kept tab on the real estate transfers when everybody else was too busy to read the record. Do you still do it?" Hunnicott laughed uneasily. "Rather more than ever just now, as you'd imagine." "It is well. Now you know the members of the old gang, from his Excellency down. Tell me one thing: are they buying or selling?"
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