“They wrote me from back yonder on the Eastern edge of things that you had the makings of a mighty fine lawyer in you, boy, and I’ll be switched if I don’t believe they had it about right.  The way you’ve trailed this thing out doesn’t leave the old man a hole as big as a dog-burrow to crawl out of, does it, now?  Reckon you’ve sure-enough got to have those papers back before you can go on, do you?”

“You know I must.  You know what I’ve been preaching and talking:  I have meant every word of it in good faith, and when I began to doubt the good faith of those behind me, I was forced to cast about for a weapon.  It was handed to me almost miraculously, and as long as I held it my good name before the people of the State was safe.  As the matter stands now, I’m a broken man, dad.  After the election I shall be billeted from one end of the State to the other as the most shameless liar that ever breathed!”

The senator was rocking his great head slowly upon the chair-pillow.  “That’s bad; that’s mighty bad, son.  I reckon we’ll have to fix some way to trail you out of that bog-hole, sure enough!”

“I’m not asking for help; I’m asking for bare justice.  Give me those papers and I’ll fight myself clear.”

“And if I say I can’t give ’em to you, Evan, boy, what then?”

“Then, hard and unfilial as it may seem to you, I shall fight you and your machine to a finish.  You think I can’t do it?  I’ll show you.  I’ve got five days, and they are all my own.  This campaign has been rotten to the core from the very beginning.  You have tried to keep me from finding it out, and you have partly succeeded.  But I know a little, and inside of the next twenty-four hours I shall know more.  That’s my last word, dad, and it breaks my heart to have to say it.  But, by the God who made us both, if you drive me to it, I shall stir up such a revolution in this State that the people will forget to curse me for the lies I have been allowed to tell them!”

Blount was upon his feet when he finished, and the senator was rising stiffly from the depths of the big chair.

“That’s good, man-sized talk, son,” he commented gently, “and I reckon I haven’t a word to say against it.  All I’m going to beg for is this:  we’re kin, boy—­mighty close kin.  Belt away as hard as you like in the big scrap; it does me good to see that all these little Eastern frills haven’t made you any less a two-fisted, hard-hitting Blount; but don’t let it make you turn your back when your old daddy comes into the room.  That’s all I ask.  Now you’d better go to bed and sleep up some.  There’s another day coming, and if there isn’t, none of these little things we’ve been haggling over is going to count for much to any of us.”

Three minutes later the Honorable Senator Sage-Brush was letting himself into the sitting-room of his suite on the private dining-room floor by means of his night-key.  The small person whom Gantry and a few others were still calling the court of last resort was sitting up, and the tiny embroidery-frame on the table had evidently just been laid aside.