"But my business is important."
"What sort of business is it?"
"Is Mr. Spinney afraid of visitors?" demanded the young man. His mien
impressed the men. They knew that he was Thelismer Thornton's grandson.
They conversed among themselves in whispers. Without waiting, and before
they could stay him, he flung open the door.
Spinney stopped in his discourse with several men, and faced about
apprehensively. He, too, recognized the young man, and was unable to
decide whether to class him with friends or foes.
"Mr. Spinney, I have been sent to bring you with me instantly. Will you
come?"
"Where?"
"It's a matter for your ear, sir. But you must come."
The men with Spinney promptly counselled him to remain where he was, but
the candidate was impressed by the young man's determined appearance.
Harlan strode to him, and took him by the arm. He had been used to the
command of men since boyhood. "I have some very positive instructions.
It will be a serious matter for you, Mr. Spinney, if you don't come--and
you can't afford to take the advice of these men here.
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