“Yes, yes,” he said quickly, “you can send your men here. I will be gone by to-morrow.”
“I don't want to seem to hurry you, Governor.” “No, you will not hurry me. I am ready to go now.”
“Anything I can do for you, Governor?”
“Nothing.”
“Yes, there is, Governor,” insisted S. Behrman. “I think now that all is over we ought to be good friends. I think I can do something for you. We still want an assistant in the local freight manager's office. Now, what do you say to having a try at it? There's a salary of fifty a month goes with it. I guess you must be in need of money now, and there's always the wife to support; what do you say? Will you try the place?”
Presley could only stare at the man in speechless wonder. What was he driving at? What reason was there back of this new move, and why should it be made thus openly and in his hearing? An explanation occurred to him. Was this merely a pleasantry on the part of S. Behrman, a way of enjoying to the full his triumph; was he testing the completeness of his victory, trying to see just how far he could go, how far beneath his feet he could push his old-time enemy?
“What do you say?” he repeated. “Will you try the place?”
“You—you INSIST?” inquired the Governor.
“Oh, I'm not insisting on anything,” cried S. Behrman. “I'm offering you a place, that's all. Will you take it?”
“Yes, yes, I'll take it.”