The attorney-general, clutching his fingers into his hair, rested his elbows on his short knees, and bowed his head. “And with the governorship just in plain sight, too,” he groaned.
“Well, it wasn’t so damn plain,” said Jennings.
Then as his eye rested on the man bowed beside him, the sweat trickling down his tallow face, something in the droop of the figure touched a chord of pity in his heart, and the tall Egyptian laid a hand on Grigsby’s shoulder, saying in another tone:
“Don’t take on that way. Let’s see what can be done.”
“Yes, let’s,” assented Grigsby.
The Egyptian knitted the brows over his long, narrow nose.
“Hev you got any money?” he asked.
“I!” exclaimed Grigsby, with a sardonic grunt.
“Any property?”
“Only my house up home.”