"Well, he didn't get much, boss," replied Montgomery, shaking his head.
"But what did you tell him?" insisted Langham.
"I don't remember, boss, I was full, see—and maybe I said too much and then agin maybe I didn't!"
"I hope you like this, Marsh; it's the sort of thing I been up against," said Gilmore.
By way of answer Langham made a weary gesture. The horror of the situation was now a thing beyond fear.
"I'm for sending the drunken loafer to the other side of the continent," said Gilmore.
"What's the use of that?" asked Langham dully.
"Every use," rejoined Gilmore with fresh confidence. "It's enough, ain't it, that he's talked to your father; we can't take chances on his talking to any one else. There's the west-bound express; I'm for putting him on that—there's time enough. We can give him a couple of hundred dollars and that will be the end of him, for if he ever shows his face here in Mount Hope, I'll break every bone in his body. What do you say?"
"Perhaps you are right!" And Langham glanced uncertainly at the handy-man.
"Well, it's either that, or else I can knock him over the head. Perhaps you had rather do that, it's more in your line."