“And suppose I go to the District Attorney and demand that he prosecute you?”
“He'll laugh at you.”
“And suppose I go to the Governor of the state?”
“He'll laugh still louder.”
“All right, Cotton; maybe you know what you're doing; but I wonder—I wonder just how sure you feel. Has it never occurred to you that your superiors might not care to have you take these high-handed steps?”
“My superiors? Who do you mean?”
“There's one man in the state you must respect—even though you despise the District Attorney and the Governor. That is Peter Harrigan.”
“Peter Harrigan?” echoed the other; and then he burst into a laugh. “Well, you are a merry lad!”
Hal continued to study him, unmoved. “I wonder if you're sure! He'll stand for everything you've done.”
“He will!” said the other.