And he left the hotel, walking rapidly in the direction of the Capitol.
Once or twice he stopped to speak to an acquaintance who wanted his opinion of Burr"s chances, and to such inquiries his response was invariably an expression of perfect conviction. But when alone his uncertainty appeared--and he acknowledged to himself that he was afraid of Rann"s last card. What it was he did not know, but he knew that when the time came it would be well played. Ba.s.sett was right--it was not party bitterness that moved Rann, it was personal hatred.
The square was flooded with sunshine, and down the green slopes gray squirrels were feeding from the hands of children. Overhead the elms were russet from a sharp frost, and the golden leaves of the sycamores shone against the leprous whiteness of the branches.
Near a fountain he came upon his own small daughter building huts of pebbles. As she saw him she gave a shrill scream and caught his knees in a tight embrace. He raised her in his arms for a kiss, and then spoke cordially to the old negro janitor of the Capitol, who was watching him.
"Is that you, Carter? Good-morning!"
"Well, I declar, boss, I ain" seen you fur a mont" er Sundays."
"You must have been looking at the clouds, Carter."
"Naw, suh, I"se been lookin" right out yer, an" I ain" seen you. Is you gwine ter "lect de gov"nor?"
Galt was holding his daughter high enough to reach the branches of an elm. "I"m trying to, Carter," he returned good-humouredly, "but I can"t do it by myself. Won"t you lend a hand?"
"I"ll len" "em bofe, if you want "em, boss. I"se been stedyin" "bout dis bizness, an" I"se got a plan all laid out in my haid. Dey"s a lot er coloured folks in dis State, suh."
"That"s so, man."
"An" dey"s all got a vote des de same es de white?"
Galt laughed. "Sure"s you live," he replied.
"Well, I"se gwine ter git my friend Bob Viars ter git up er meetin" er all de coloured folks roun" in c.u.mberland County, an" I"se gwine ter put on de bes" I"se got an" git up on de platform an" Bob"s gwine tell "em I"se de janitor er de Capitol dat knows all de ways de laws are made--an" when Bob says dat, I"se gwine ter bow an" flirt my hank"chif."
Galt nodded. "Oh, I see," he said.
"Den I"se gwine say I"se come ter tell "em ter "lect de gov"nor "case he"s de bes" man in de State an" de greates" gent-man dey"s ever lay eyes on--an" I"se gwine flirt my hank"chif some mo"."
"What else?" said Galt.
"I"se gwine tell "em I kin prove de gov"nor"s de bes" man in de State by"splainin" er de tarif--dat I kin prove it by"splainin" er de tarif so dey"ll unnerstan" it ev"y word--an" when I flirt my hank"chif dat time, Bob"s gwine call out "Yo" time"s up, boss!" an" I"se gwine answer back, "Naw "tain"t, Bob, des lemme "splain de tarif. I"se got de "splanification er de tarif right on de tip er my tongue," an" Bob"s gwine holler out, "Not anudderword, boss, not anudder word!" an" he gwine shuffle me right spang out."
Galt put down his daughter and shook Carter"s hand. "If you ever get out of a job, my man," he said, "go into politics. Is the governor in his office?"
"I"se des dis minit seen him come out fer dinner."
"All right, I"ll find him," and he went on to the governor"s house.
Nicholas was in his library, a law-book open before him. When he saw Galt he turned from his desk and motioned to a chair beside him. "Come in, Ben, and sit down. I"m glad to see you."
Galt threw himself into the chair. "I"ve just seen Ryan," he said, "and I never met a more sanguine man. He doesn"t give Webb a chance."
"Ah, is that so?" asked the governor; his tone was almost indifferent, but in a moment he leaned forward and spoke rapidly:
"I fear there"s trouble in Kingsborough, Ben. They"ve brought a negro there to the gaol from" Hagersville, where there were threats of a lynching."
"The devil! Well, you aren"t afraid that Kingsborough will turn lawless?
My dear friend, there isn"t enough vitality down there to make one first-cla.s.s savage."
Nicholas fell back again, his vivid hair drawings the superb outline of his head on the worn leather against which he leaned.
"Oh, I"m not afraid of Kingsborough," he returned, "but Hagersville is only three miles distant, and the country people are much wrought up.
G.o.d knows they have reason to be."
"Ah, the usual thing."
"I don"t know the details--but there is sufficient evidence against the man, they say, to hang him twenty times. He"s as dead as if the noose had left his neck--but he must die by law. There hasn"t been a lynching in the State since I"ve been in office."
He spoke quietly, but Galt saw the anxiety in his face and met it bravely.
"Nonsense, my dear Nick, don"t let your hobby run away with you. If there had been any danger they"d have got the wretch away. By the bye, Tom Ba.s.sett has gone to New York. I saw him this morning."
"Yes, he dropped in last night. You haven"t seen this, I dare say--it"s a copy of Diggs"s" speech at Danville. So they have fallen on my private life at last."
He handed Galt a typewritten sheet, watching him closely as he read it.
"This looks as if they feared me, doesn"t it?" he asked.
Galt"s reply was an oath of sudden anger. "This is Rann!" he cried. "I see his mark!" A flush of red rose to his face and his voice came again in a long-drawn whistle of helpless rage. "The scoundrel!" he said sharply. "He"s raked up that old Kingsborough scandal of Bernard Battle"s and made you the man. Oh, the sneaking scoundrel!"
His pa.s.sion appeared in quick contrast to the other"s composure. He was resenting the slander with a violence that he would not have wasted on it had it touched himself--for the fame of his friend was a cause for which his easy-going nature would spring at once into arms.
Burr came over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "When you come to think of it, Ben," he said, "it"s no great matter."
"Then what steps have you taken about it?"
Nicholas"s arm fell to his side. "I have done nothing. What"s the use?"
Galt strode to the window and back again to the fireplace. His eyes were blazing. "The use? Why, man, use or no use, I"ll send the last one of them to h.e.l.l, but they"ll stop it! It"s Rann--Rann from the beginning.
I"d take my oath on it--but I"m his match, and he"ll find it out. I"ll have Diggs retract this lie by six o"clock this evening or I"ll--"
He checked himself abruptly. "How long have you had this?"
"A half-hour. The speech goes in the evening papers."
"A half-hour! And you sit here snivelling about your lynching. Why, what are the necks of ten such devils worth to your good name? When I come to think of it, I"d like to lend a hand at a lynching myself. If I had Rann here--"
The governor laughed dryly. "To tell the truth, my dear fellow, I don"t take it seriously. The people know me."
Galt uttered an angry exclamation and flung out his hand. "Oh, give over, Nick," he implored. "Don"t drive me to frenzy! I can"t stand much more."
He took up a sheet of paper and wrote several lines in pencil. "After all, I"ve been thinking to some purpose," he said. "Judge Ba.s.sett is the man we need. I"ll telegraph to him from your office, and I"ll have his reply scattered broadcast. If it riddles Webb like shot, I"ll have it out."
"Oh, it isn"t Webb," said Nicholas. He was looking into the fire, but as the door closed behind Galt he turned and seated himself at his desk.
The law-book he had been reading lay to one side, and he opened it and followed up the question that perplexed him. His face was grave, but his eyes were shot with light. When Galt came back he entered slowly and hesitated an instant before speaking, then he said:
"There"s bad news, Nick. The judge has had a stroke of paralysis. He is now unconscious. Tom can"t be reached, and you--"
Nicholas took out his watch. "I have fifteen minutes in which to make that train," was his answer. "Will you tell d.i.c.kson to repeat all messages?" Then, as Galt followed him into the hall, he looked back and spoke again. "Until to-morrow," he said, and went out.