"That," said Mrs. Nelson, "is by no means what we intend to do."
"I'm afraid that admonition hasn't had much effect, and I agree with Mr. Grant that the Sachem is a gathering place for doubtful characters," Hardie went on. "What's worse, I've reasons for supposing that Beamish gets some of them to help him in supplying the Indians on the reservation with liquor."
This was a serious offense, and there was a pause, during which Edgar glanced meaningly at George. Then he made a pertinent remark.
"Four churches to two saloons is pretty long odds. Why do you think it needful to call in the farmers?"
Hardie looked troubled, but he showed that he was honest.
"The churches are thinly attended; I'm the only resident clergyman, and I'm sorry I must confess that some of our people are indifferent: reluctant, or perhaps half afraid, to interfere. They want a clear lead; if we could get a big determined meeting it might decide the waverers."
"Then you're not sure of winning?" asked Grant.
"No," replied Hardie. "There'll be strong and well-managed opposition; in fact, we have nearly everything against us. I've been urged to wait, but the evil's increasing; those against us are growing stronger."
"If you lose, you and your friends will find the Butte pretty hot. But you feel you have a chance, a fighting chance, and you mean to take it?"
"Yes."