“Twenty-eight.”
Carrington looked at the other with a sidelong, sneering grin:
“Have any ladies come into his young life?”
Danforth snickered. “You’ve got me—I hadn’t inquired. He doesn’t seem to be much of a ladies’ man, though, I take it. Doesn’t seem to have time to monkey with them.”
“H-m!” Carrington’s lips went into a pout as he stared straight ahead of him.
Danforth at last broke a long silence with:
“Well, we got licked, all right. What’s going to happen now? Are you going to quit?”
“Quit?” Carrington snapped the word at the other, his eyes flaming with rage. Then he laughed, mirthlessly, resuming: “This defeat was unexpected; I wasn’t set for it. But it won’t alter things—very much. I’ll have to shake a leg, that’s all. What time does the next train leave here for the capital?”
“At two o’clock this afternoon.” Danforth’s eyes widened as he looked at Carrington. The curiosity in his glance caused Carrington to laugh shortly.
“You don’t mean that the governor is in this thing?” said Danforth.