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The Governor came forward and, putting his hand on the pony's withers, walked along by his side. "Going to town, Pres?" he asked. "Yes, sir. Can I do anything for you, Governor?" Magnus drew a sealed envelope from his pocket. "I wish you would drop in at the office of the Mercury for me," he said, "and see Mr. Genslinger personally, and give him this envelope.
He's only taken back what you plundered him of, and now you're going to hound him over the State, hunt him down like a wild animal, and bring him to the gallows at San Quentin. That's my version of the affair, Mister Genslinger, but it's worth your subsidy from the P. and S. W. to print it."
Magnus, for the moment blind to what Genslinger had in mind, turned on him in astonishment. "Why, man, what security could you give me for such an amount?" "Well, to tell the truth," answered the editor, "I hadn't thought much about securities. In fact, I believed you would see how greatly it was to your advantage to talk business with me.
Would the story of it be the leading article in to-morrow's Mercury? "An interesting campaign," repeated Genslinger, slowly; "a very interesting campaign. I watched it with every degree of interest. I saw its every phase, Mr. Derrick." "The campaign was not without its interest," admitted Magnus.
There was a murmur of approval from the crowd that stood around, and Genslinger, with an angry shrug of one shoulder, took himself away. At length, Annixter brought Hilma through the crowd to where young Vacca was waiting with the team. However, they could not at once start for the ranch, Annixter wishing to ask some questions at the freight office about a final consignment of chairs.
Be sure that you are protected." Soon after this Genslinger took himself away, and Derrick's Chinaman came in to set the table. "What do you suppose he meant?" asked Broderson, when Genslinger was gone. "About this land business?" said Annixter. "Oh, I don't know. Some tom fool idea. Haven't we got their terms printed in black and white in their circulars? There's their pledge."
The land has more than quadrupled in value. I'll bet I could sell it to-morrow for fifteen dollars an acre, and if I buy of the railroad for two and a half an acre, there's boodle in the game." "For two and a half!" exclaimed Genslinger. "You don't suppose the railroad will let their land go for any such figure as that, do you? Wherever did you get that idea?"
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