“Just so; sit down, sit down,” Mr. Darrell replied; and when all having dragged chairs and pulled them forward from between their knees, had dropped upon them, he added, “What may happen to be the matter we are to revolve?”
“Why, the remittitur, of course,” Hughes replied, in his oiliest tones.
“Oh, I thought something new,” Darrell remarked.
“That is a clincher, you know,” Hughes replied.
“Yes, but we knew it was coming.”
“Don't you think it queer that the Don be hurrying off his cattle, now that he's won his suit? Don't that look as if he don't put much trust in his victory?”
“He trusts his victory, but he knows that more stock has been shot for the last six weeks than for six months previous. He wants to save a few head,” said Romeo Hancock, smiling.
“Roper told me,” said Hughes, ignoring what Romeo said, “that, if the settlers wish it, this case might be kept in the courts for fifty years.”
“After the land is surveyed?” Darrell asked.
“Yes, after the survey.”