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He started to come in, but Harlan barred the doorway with body and arms. "Do you want any of these gentlemen inside, General?" he asked. "Neither Mr. Presson, nor Mr. Thornton, nor any of the rest," declared Waymouth. "And I want that disturbance at my door stopped." "You hear that!" cried the defender of the pass. "Now, Mr.
Senator Pownal walked about the room, chewing his short beard and incapable of a word for his re-election came before the next legislature, and to jump the wrong way now in the gubernatorial matter was political suicide. Thelismer Thornton remained in his place on the corner of the table, staring reflectively at General Waymouth.
They paid no attention to Harlan, but surveyed Chairman Presson with disfavor that was very noticeable. Several of the men were clergymen, advertised as such by their white ties and frock-coats. Those who attended them had the unmistakable air of zealots. Their demeanor showed that they had come on business that they considered serious. General Waymouth knew them.
He was the first to reach General Waymouth with congratulations and endorsement. "You cannot understand how immensely relieved I am to know this plan," he declared. "I have been here only a few hours, but I was just beginning to realize what the situation had developed into. I hadn't the proper perspective at Washington. Thornton is right.
He turned to leave, still serene with the poise of one who has experienced all and is prepared for all. "I used to have pretty good luck playing a lone hand in our old card-playing days, Thelismer. I'll see what I can do in politics." "General Waymouth, have you a few moments to give me if I come to your room now?" inquired Harlan Thornton. "I want to offer my services!"
This air beats any cocktail you can get over Luke's bar and they serve as good a one as you'll get anywhere, even if this is a prohibition State." "Wasn't it Governor Waymouth who signed the first prohibition bill in this State?" asked Harlan. "Still dwelling on visions of reform, eh?" inquired his grandfather, smiling broadly. He did not reply immediately.
It seemed eminently fit that Thelismer Thornton should escort General Waymouth. But the Duke did not realize that the General was shrewdly using that opportunity of displaying Thornton, the elder, in his retinue. The accident fitted with some plans of his own. Spurred by the excitement of that tumultuous moment, Harlan could not restrain a bit of a boast.
After old Dave lost his voice and couldn't holler to the hogs, he used to rap on the trough with his cane at feeding-time. Then a woodpecker made his home in the pig-pen and the hogs went crazy. Vard Waymouth is all bill! I'd reckoned I'd go home. But I guess I'll stay and see just how far dam foolishness can go!"
He did not understand very well what he was to do to obey her suggestions. He did not understand himself exactly at that moment. But along with his loyalty to General Waymouth a new desire sprang into life within him.
"Your political rule of out-and-open, as you've been tutored by Vard Waymouth, may work with men, but I'm telling you that it won't operate with girls," replied the Duke. "You may mean all right, but I'm suspicious of you. You sneaked back to Fort Canibas last summer to see her now didn't you?" "I saw her." "You don't pay much attention to my wishes, do you, Harlan?"
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