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We ask nothing else in the way of recompense." The Squire folded the paper carefully and put it away in his breast pocket with the manner of one caching a treasure. "Boys, what are you waiting for?" he inquired, with an affectation of surprise. Their wide grins narrowed into the creases of wonderment of their own. Hexter patted his breast where he had stowed away the paper.
"I'll wait till morning, sir! Then I propose to resign," Frank insisted. "Don't say anything like that in front of Xoa," pleaded Squire Hexter. "I don't ever want to see again on her face the look she wore when she followed our own Frank to the cemetery; now that she has sort of adopted you, boy, I'm afraid she'll have the same look if she had to follow you to Ike Jones's stage."
"Then, outside of the cook stove and my clothes, I don't know whether I'm worth a blasted cent, hey? They can dreen me slow with a gimlet, or let it out all at once with a pod auger, can they? That's what the law can do to me, you say! What can it do for me, Squire Hexter?" "Well, Jared, they'll take your cows over to the shire and auction them off for what they'll bring.
The cashier of his bank can so report to him, if the said cashier so chooses and, as cashier, probably will." "The cashier will attend strictly and exclusively to his bank duties, and to nothing else," declared Vaniman, with heat. "Hope you're enjoying 'em, such as they are of late," Jones retorted. "But once again, what say, Squire Hexter?"
I was afraid you had come after me with a soaped rope." "I reckon we won't set," stated Mr. Jones. "And we'll be straight and to the point, seeing that a game is on. Squire Hexter, me and these gents represent the voters of Egypt. We ask you to accept the nomination to the legislature from this town for next session. So say I." "So say we all!" chorused the other men.
"Thank you!" said the young man, and he went on his way. He was reflecting on that text the Prophet had enunciated. Might it not apply as well to Tasper Britt? Vaniman was indicted; he was tried; he was convicted; he was sentenced to serve seven years in the state prison. He refused to allow Squire Hexter to appeal the case.
But he took not the least interest in Vaniman, an unkempt individual without a coat. "Hexter, what did happen, anyway? I thought you were never coming back. I had a good mind to chase you up, though it would be poor judgment for me to show myself to-night." "This has happened!" The Squire pointed to Vaniman.
For the first time in his stay in the Hexter home his mood fought with the serenity of the place. The prospect of that bland contest with disks and dice was hateful, all of a sudden. His rioting feelings needed room air somehow there seemed to be something outside that he ought to attend to. "Dear folks, let me off for to-night," he pleaded.
Through your work some land pirate has got hold of those town orders. There isn't a cent in the town treasury. You know it." He whirled away from Harnden and shook the gun at the deputy sheriff. "I sha'n't believe your law, Dowd, till I've been and talked with Squire Hexter." "Go and talk!
The Englishwoman was called Mrs. Archbold, and on her other hand stood a tall, slim lady with long gray-green eyes, prematurely gray hair which had plainly been red, and an odd little twist to her smile. This was Mrs. Hexter, wife of the owner of the big woollen mills across the creek, and only bidden in to assist the Uplift work because the position of her husband gave her much power.
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