A good-looking young fellow, with his coat off, entered the library,
carefully closing the door behind him.
"Want to send something, senator?" he asked, whipping a note-book from
his hip-pocket.
"No, not just this minute. Anything new coming over the wires?"
"Nothing startling. Steuchfield reports from Ophir that we swing the
miners' vote almost to a man unless something unforeseen breaks loose.
Hetchy gives us a good word from Twin Buttes; and Griggs, up in the
Carnadines, wires from Alkire that he has just completed an auto
canvass of the High Line district. The ranchmen up that way have had a
pretty bad scare. There was a threat made that the price of water was
going to be raised. But they're all right now."
The boss nodded approvingly. Then: "How about those microphone notes?"
"Crowell is writing them off," was the reply. "He'll have them in half
an hour or so."
The senator drew out his watch, a huge thick-crystalled time-piece
dating back to the range-riding period.
"As matters have turned out, I shall be going to the city before long,"
he said. "If the notes are not ready before I leave, you can order out
the speed-car and send them in by Gallagher any time before six o'clock.
Don't slip up on that, Fred; tell Gallagher to deliver the notes to me,
in person, at the Inter-Mountain. What's become of Professor Anners?"
"He's staying over at Haworth's ranch, just to be near the fossil
bone-field.
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