Little Weaselfoot gets on his trail probably is on it already and he'll spend a year if necessary watching, waiting, sniffing out something that he can use as a threat or a bludgeon or a bargain." "What quarrel have we got with Enderby?" inquired Banneker with lively interest. "None, now. But we'll be after him hot and heavy within a year." "Not the editorial page," declared Banneker.
On the facts, he's got us: the fellow that got pickled and broke up the Methodist revival wasn't Aminadab at all, but his tough brother. If it gets into court we're stung. Well, up goes little Weaselfoot Ives to Hohokus. Sniffs around and spooks around and is a good fellow at the hotel, and possibly spends a little money where it's most needed, and one day turns up at the Quince mansion.