"You get fooled
sometimes. Most often in politics. But no one can fool us again--not
about the Thornton family."
"Pass that word around the district, boys," advised the Duke,
complacently. "There's an election coming, you know."
They departed, three new and promising evangelists.
"Campaign expenses, bub," broke in the old man, when Harlan began;
"campaign expenses! It's a soggy lump of dough out back there. That kind
of yeast will lighten it."
He looked across at the hills, squinting reflectively again, and at last
glanced up at his grandson, who stood regarding him with thoughtful
hesitation.
"Say it, boy!" he counselled. "A little more bile left over from
yesterday?"
"No, sir! Not that. But I think I'll send Ben Kyle in with the crews and
let him locate the new camps."
"I didn't intend to have you go back--not if you'd listen to me. We've
got men enough to attend to that sort of work, Harlan. I want you with
me for a while. I've got some plans for you."
"And I've got a few plans for myself. Now that I'm in this, I propose to
be in it in earnest.
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