“He made some covert threat. He was not specific.”
B. B. shook his head. “I hadn’t heard.”
“Oh, no one knows this,” Wint told him. “I refused, of course, and fined Lutcher. Now every one in town seems to know that something is going to drop on me.”
“What is there that he can bring against you?”
“Not a thing. Except the old stuff. What everybody knows.”
B. B. nodded. “I should not worry, if I were you, if there’s nothing.”
“There isn’t anything, I tell you,” Wint exclaimed impatiently.
“Then what can he do?”
Wint got up, a little weary. “All right,” he said. “I thought you might have heard.”
B. B. shook his head. “Not a thing.”