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It'll be a good time to get away while Presson is busy!" It was plain that, lacking any other object, the Duke was venting the last of his spleen on this wretched victim of the game. "Before you go, give me one of those 'Honest Arba' ribbons. I keep a scrap-book of jokes!" The abject candidate had no word to offer in reply.
If you keep on and split us, he gets it; but I shall make it mighty plain to the boys as to whose fault it was, Thelismer." "What's all this about?" demanded Everett. Presson hesitated only a moment. "There was a movement on inside the party to run General Waymouth as a compromise candidate. It has been talked over. I declare myself now. I'm against it.
Presson the whole truth and explaining the matter?" insisted Linton with a lawyer's pertinacity in extracting evidence. He realized that if young Thornton talked, even to admit the facts that information from the north country seemed to prove, a bit of impromptu cross-examination might yield results that would help the Linton cause.
He thought he saw his opportunity. He hoped he could force a break between Presson and the other suitor. "I'm interested in this matter as much as any one," he declared. "I have not told you the full story, Mr. Presson.
When they privately assured Presson that they would be found on the right side just the same after election, he took heart for a moment, and then was downcast after they were gone; it was tabulating liars an uncertain job. Presson listened and took what courage he could, but the asterisks in his lists confessed his doubts.
"It shall be 'Boots and saddles! three weeks from to-day!" Linton was in the parlors of the hotel with the Presson party when Harlan arrived, glowing with his new enthusiasm, confident in his new elevation in the affairs of men. In the affairs of women he was not quite as sure of his desires or his standing, but his mood was new, and he realized it. He went straight to Madeleine Presson.
"I'm Presson, chairman of the State Committee," explained that gentleman. The Duke of Fort Canibas was too much absorbed to make presentations. "Hell! That so?" ripped out the other, frankly astonished. "Well, I'm glad you're here. You ought to be able to help us out." Presson was not cheerful or helpful.
When Presson returned at the head of volunteers the victor was grinding the bleeding face on the floor once more and Linton was screaming appeals. There were enough of them to separate the men. They dragged Harlan away out of the room in spite of his struggles. The mere sight of the lawyer seemed to infuriate him more.
He's goin' right down to spend the winter with you. Was tellin' Mr. Presson so when they et just now. Said you'd be needin' a steerin' committee of just his bigness!" Harlan got up and kicked his chair from under him. It went over with a clatter. To his infinite relief he had suddenly recovered some of that wrathful determination that Ivus Niles's sneers had given him earlier in the evening.
Presson stared at him for a full minute, blinking, thinking, knotting his brows, and chewing fiercely on a piece of gum. "Pull him out that what you mean? Well, it can be done. There are plenty of men in the party that are all safe and right, but haven't been identified with the machine." "And what will you say to Dave Everett and his friends, all of whom you'll need at the polls?"
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