"What can he swing?" was the curt question.
"Six out of seven pretty close counties. I don't pretend to know how he
has done it, but he has got the goods; I've taken the trouble to check
up on him. With his pull, we can swing the vote of the capital itself."
The vice-president frowned thoughtfully. "The old game of stuffing the
registration lists, I suppose," he said. And then: "Young Blount hasn't
got wind of this, has he?"
Gantry laughed. "You may be sure he hasn't. He has it in for Gryson on
general principles--made us take him off the shop pay-rolls. If he
thought we were dickering with him now, he'd be down on us like a
thousand of brick."
"Well, why don't you fix Gryson, once for all, and have it over with?
You oughtn't to expect me to come here and tell you what to do!"
It was at this point that Kittredge broke in.
"Gryson isn't safe. I have it straight that he is getting ready to sell
us out. That's why he wants his pay in advance."
The vice-president's heavy brows met in a frown, and the muscles of his
square jaw hardened.
"Put Gryson on the rack and show him what you've got on him in that
Montana bank robbery. That will bring him to book. It will be time
enough to talk about terms when he delivers the goods. Now another
thing--that Shonoho Inn matter that I wired about--what has been done?"
"It is all arranged," said the big superintendent.
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