“Well?”
“Well,” said Routt, “there’s something in that. There might be a way....”
Kite leaned toward him intently. “What is it?”
Routt waved his hand. “Nothing definite. Might develop. Hold off a while.”
“I can’t hold off,” said Kite. “I won’t hold off. Something’s got to be done.”
“Then you do it,” Routt told him carelessly; and Kite pleaded with him.
“No, no. You do your own way. I’ll try mine. We’ll both work at this, Routt. Something ... I.... See what you can do. That’s all. I’ll see what I can do.”
Routt got up. “Don’t forget,” he said, “that Amos is back of this.”
Kite shook his head. “I don’t think so. We’ll hit Wint first. I don’t want to buck Amos.”
“You’ll find,” said Routt, “that you’ll have to buck Amos.”