"What attitude does Mr. Fowler take in this?"
"He thinks I'm making mountains out of mole hills. It seems to me, Mr. President, that I must be extremely careful not to encroach on the domain of the Secretary of State. My idea is very deliberately to push the work of the Geological Survey and to follow very carefully any activities against its work."
"All very well, of course," agreed the President, "but what of the big game back of it all—what's the means of fighting that?"
"Publicity," replied Enoch briefly.
"Exactly!" exclaimed the President, "There are other newspapers. Brown does not own them all. As fast as evidence is produced, let the story be told. By Jove, if this war talk grows much more menacing, Huntingdon, I think I'll ask you to go across the country and make a few speeches,—on the Geological Survey!"
"I'm willing!" replied Enoch, with a little sigh.
The President looked at him keenly. "Huntingdon, we're working you too hard! You look tired. I try not to overload you, but—"
"But you are so overloaded yourself that you have to shift some of the load," said Enoch, with a smile. "I'm not seriously tired, Mr. President."
"I hope not, old man. By the way, what did you think of Miss Allen yesterday?"
"I thought her a very interesting young woman," replied Enoch.