"Now, gentlemen, proceed with your case; and I must ask you to be as brief as possible. I have an appointment at four which can not be postponed," he said quietly; and Hawk threw down his paper and began at once.
Hunnicott heard his opponent"s argument mechanically, having his ear attuned for whistle signals and wheel drummings. Hawk spoke rapidly and straight to his point, as befitted a man speaking to the facts and with no jury present to be swayed by oratorical effort. When he came to the summarizing of the allegations in the amended pet.i.tion, he did it wholly without heat, piling up the accusations one upon another with the careful method of a bricklayer building a wall. The wall-building simile thrust itself upon Hunnicott with irresistible force as he listened. If the special engine should not dash up in time to batter down the wall----
Hawk closed as dispa.s.sionately as he had begun, and the judge bowed gravely in Hunnicott"s direction. The local attorney got upon his feet, and as he began to speak a telegram was handed in. It was Kent"s wire from Juniberg, beseeching him to gain time at all hazards, and he settled himself to the task. For thirty dragging minutes he rang the changes on the various steps in the suit, knowing well that the fatal moment was approaching when--Kent still failing him--he would be compelled to submit his case without a sc.r.a.p of an affidavit to support it.
The moment came, and still there was no encouraging whistle shriek from the dun plain beyond the open windows. Hawk was visibly disgusted, and Judge MacFarlane was growing justly impatient. Hunnicott began again, and the judge reproved him mildly.
"Much of what you are saying is entirely irrelevant, Mr. Hunnicott. This hearing is on the plaintiff"s amended pet.i.tion."
No one knew better than the local attorney that he was wholly at the court"s mercy; that he had been so from the moment the judge began to consider his purely formal defense, entirely unsupported by affidavits or evidence of any kind. None the less, he strung his denials out by every amplification he could devise, and, having fired his last shot, sat down in despairing breathlessness to hear the judge"s summing-up and decision.
Judge MacFarlane was mercifully brief. On the part of the plaintiff there was an amended pet.i.tion fully fortified by uncontroverted affidavits. On the part of the defendant company there was nothing but a formal denial of the allegations. The duty of the court in the premises was clear. The prayer of the plaintiff was granted, the temporary relief asked for was given, and the order of the court would issue accordingly.
The judge was rising when the still, hot air of the room began to vibrate with the tremulous thunder of the sound for which Hunnicott had been so long straining his ears. He was the first of the three to hear it, and he hurried out ahead of the others. At the foot of the stair he ran blindly against Kent, dusty, travel-worn and haggard.
"You"re too late!" he blurted out. "We"re done up. Hawk"s pet.i.tion has been granted and the road is in the hands of a receiver."
Kent dashed his fist upon the stair-rail.
"Who is the man?" he demanded.
"Major Jim Guilford," said Hunnicott. Then, as footfalls coming stairward were heard in the upper corridor, he locked arms with Kent, faced him about and thrust him out over the door-stone. "Let"s get out of this. You look as if you might kill somebody."
XI
THE LAST DITCH
It was a mark of the later and larger development of David Kent that he was able to keep his head in the moment of catastrophes. In boyhood his hair had been a brick-dust red, and having the temperament which belongs of right to the auburn-hued, his first impulse was to face about and make a personal matter of the legal robbery with Judge MacFarlane.
Happily for all concerned, Hunnicott"s better counsels prevailed, and when the anger fit pa.s.sed Kent found himself growing cool and determined.
Hunnicott was crestfallen and disposed to be apologetic; but Kent did him justice.
"Don"t blame yourself: there was nothing else you could have done. Have you a stenographer in your office?"
"Yes."
"A good one?"
"It"s young Perkins: you know him."
"He"ll do. "Phone him to run down to the station and get what telegrams there are for me, and we"ll talk as we go."
Once free of the Court House, Kent began a rapid-fire of questions.
"Where is Judge MacFarlane stopping?"
"At the Mid-Continent."
"Have you any idea when he intends leaving town?"
"No; but he will probably take the first train. He never stays here an hour longer than he has to after adjournment."
"That would be the Flyer east at six o"clock. Is he going east?"
"Come to think of it, I believe he is. Somebody said he was going to Hot Springs. He"s in miserable health."
Kent saw more possibilities, and worse, and quickened his pace a little.
"I hope your young man won"t let the gra.s.s grow under his feet," he said.
"The minutes between now and six o"clock are worth days to us."
"What do we do?" asked Hunnicott, willing to take a little lesson in practice as he ran.
"The affidavits I have brought with me and the telegrams which are waiting at the station must convince MacFarlane that he has made a mistake. We shall prepare a motion for the discharge of the receiver and for the vacation of the order appointing him, and ask the judge to set an early day for the hearing on the merits of the case. He can"t refuse."
Hunnicott shook his head.
"It has been all cut and dried from "way back," he objected. "They won"t let you upset it at the last moment."
"We"ll give them a run for their money," said Kent. "A good bit of it depends upon Perkins" speed as a stenographer."
As it befell, Perkins did not prove a disappointment, and by five o"clock Kent was in the lobby of the Mid-Continent, sending his card up to the judge"s room. Word came back that the judge was in the cafe fortifying the inner man in preparation for his journey, and Kent did not stand upon ceremony. From the archway of the dining-room he marked down his man at a small table in the corner, and went to him at once, plunging promptly into the matter in hand.
"The exigencies of the case must plead my excuse for intruding upon you here, Judge MacFarlane," he began courteously. "But I have been told that you were leaving town----"
The judge waved him down with a deprecatory fork.
"Court is adjourned, Mr. Kent, and I must decline to discuss the case _ex parte_. Why did you allow it to go by default?"
"That is precisely what I am here to explain," said Kent, suavely. "The time allowed us was very short; and a series of accidents----"
Again the judge interrupted.
"A court can hardly take cognizance of accidents, Mr. Kent. Your local attorney was on the ground and he had the full benefit of the delay."
"I know," was the patient rejoinder. "Technically, your order is una.s.sailable. None the less, a great injustice has been done, as we are prepared to prove. I am not here to ask you to reopen the case at your dinner-table, but if you will glance over these papers I am sure you will set an early day for the hearing upon the merits."
Judge MacFarlane forced a gray smile.
"You vote yea and nay in the same breath, Mr. Kent. If I should examine your papers, I should be reopening the case at my dinner-table. You shall have your hearing in due course."
"At chambers?" said Kent. "We shall be ready at any moment; we are ready now, in point of fact."
"I can not say as to that. My health is very precarious, and I am under a physician"s orders to take a complete rest for a time. I am sorry if the delay shall work a hardship to the company you represent; but under the circ.u.mstances, with not even an affidavit offered by your side, it is your misfortune. And now I shall have to ask you to excuse me. It lacks but a few minutes of my train time."