“They’re to be here on an inspection trip, so they wrote, and will be pleased to hear our complaints in regard to the question of workmen.” Gordon’s tone was ironical. “I wrote them protesting Weir’s discharge of our people, you remember, but that was some time ago.”
“What’s the use of paying attention to the fools now?”
“We must carry out the farce, Burkhardt, for the sake of appearances.”
“I’d like to blow them up along with their dam!” was the scowling rejoinder, “Well, let ’em inspect. Next time they come back there won’t be any.”
“I believe we should arrest Weir before the thing’s pulled off,” Gordon said, meditatively. “It would be surer.”
Sorenson set his heavy jaw.
“No. I want him to see the wreck; I want him to know just what’s happened before he’s haled away; I 120 want him feeling good and sick already when he gets the next jolt.”
“Sure. It’s him or us, as I’ve said from the first; and I’ve always believed in making a clean sweep,” Vorse remarked. “We have the right line this time. First, make his men drunk and sore; then smash the works; then arrest him quick; and last finish him off with a bullet during a pretended jail delivery.”
“There will be elements of danger in the last,” Judge Gordon stated, cautiously.
Vorse smiled and Burkhardt grinned.