"Because," replied Jennings, "Gregory's rich, and a contributor, an' he can deliver Macon County, and we'll want Macon County's ten votes, if I hain't mistaken, one of these days. But never mind that now—it's the on'y thing we can do."
Jennings looked at his watch. "It's now twenty-five till nine. A train goes out on the Wabash at nine-five. I'll send Hennessey over on that train with a note to Gregory, an' a check. He can get twenty thousand, an' ketch a train back 'bout eleven-twenty, I think, anyway—that train that gets here at twelve-forty. You can take the money, put it back in the treasury, 'fore the governor seals 'er up, an'—"
Grigsby sprang toward Jennings and seized his hand.
"Hank, you're the best friend I ever had," he cried, and his eyes glistened.
"Aw, don't talk like that," said Jennings awkwardly.
"But can we trust Hennessey?" said Grigsby, the next instant, his eyes dilating, his hand suddenly dropping by his side.
"Hell, we've got to," said Jennings. Then he
