“Well, we must win!” Garner said, and a look of firm determination came into his eyes; “that is all there is about it. We must win. Eternal truth and justice are on our side. We must win.”
CHAPTER XLVI.
HE big, square court-room was filled to overflowing when at the last moment Carson and Garner arrived. Just inside the door they found old Dwight standing, his battered silk hat in his hand, and with an air of unwonted humility upon him, patiently awaiting their coming.
“Is everything all right?” he anxiously whispered to Garner, as he reached out and caught his son's hand and held on to it.
“Yes, all right, Mr. Dwight,” Garner replied; “and is—is your wife—”