"
The face of the lawyer fell.
"Oh, that's the way you feel. Well," scratching his chin, "I don't
know as it makes much difference one way or the other, but I hope, Mr.
Westerfelt, that you won't mention what I said. These fellers are the
very devil about boycottin' people."
"It shall go no further," answered Westerfelt, and together they walked
to the front. A few minutes after Bates had gone across the street to
his office, old Hunter slouched into the stable and stood before
Westerfelt. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in Bates's direction
and grinned uneasily. Then he spat, and delivered himself of this:
"I'll bet I kin make a powerful good guess at what that feller wanted
to see you about."
Westerfelt smiled good-naturedly. He felt irresistibly drawn towards
the old man.
"Do you think you could, Mr. Hunter?"
"I'd bet a ten-acre lot agin a ginger-cake. An' I'll bet some'n else;
I'll bet ten dollars 'gin a nickel that Cap. Westerfelt's boy ain't
a-gwine to harbor no ill-will agin one o' his daddy's old friends that
wus actin' the damn fool 'fore he knowed who he wus monkeyin' with.
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