Good-day, Mr.
Linton." He stood very erect, and his air admitted no further
explanation. Linton bowed, and went out of the room.
"There is no half-heartedness here!" cried Harlan, passionately. "Is
there anything I can do, General Waymouth?"
"Go and bring Arba Spinney to this room at once. Understand the
situation before you go: I have already sent men for him. He has
refused to come. Tell him this is his last opportunity to save himself
from such deep disgrace that it will drive him from his State. I wish I
could tell you to take him by the collar and lug him here. I venture to
say you have the muscle, young man. But minutes are valuable--bring
him."
Harlan hurried away.
Mr. Spinney was not in evidence in the parlor of his suite, but Harlan
heard his tremendous voice in the bedroom--that voice could not be
softened even in an exigency.
Several men whom Harlan recognized as members of the State Committee
were seated near the door; and when he approached to knock, one of them
informed him that Mr. Spinney was too busy to be seen.
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