Blount's smile was mirthless. "We are here together, as you see. After all is said, we are still father and son."
"Of course; that's as it should be, Evan. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know: go on fighting until I'm wiped out, I suppose. And that reminds me: have you seen that fellow Gryson within the last day or two?"
Gantry dropped into the depths of a lounging-chair and lighted a cigarette. "So you're after Thomas Matthew, too, are you? Kittredge has been ransacking the town for him all day, and up to a couple of hours ago he hadn't found him. What's in the wind?"
"I don't know, but I mean to find out. What can you tell me about Gryson—more than you have already told me?"
"Not very much, I guess. He's a scalawag, of course, but unhappily for all of us he is a scalawag with a pull. Kittredge has been dickering with him—I don't mind telling you that now."
"What is the nature of the pull?"
"Votes," said Gantry succinctly.