“Slashing which way?”
“Why, into Laurens.”
“Not me,” declared Jeremy with more emphasis than grammar.
“You would n’t back him up!” cried Embree.
“Not in everything. There’s a good deal in that speech, though, that needed to be said; that was right.”
“Jem, are you off your head?”
“Never felt saner in my life.”
“They always say that just before they begin to bite the paper off the walls,” smiled the other. “Come, Jem! Here’s our chance to put Laurens out of the game once and for all. Give me a column and I’ll do it myself.”
“The chance ’ll have to wait.”
“Until when?”