Secretary,
I'm afraid," said Abbott, doubtfully. "I mean, your signature."
"I'm ready for Brown," replied Enoch shortly.
Still Charley hesitated. "What is it, Abbott?" asked the Secretary.
"It's Miss Allen I'm thinking about," blurted out the younger man.
"You've gone through the worst that they can hand to a man, so you've
nothing more to fear. But if they bring her into it again, Mr.
Secretary, I'll go crazy!"
The veins stood up on Enoch's forehead, and he said, with a cold
vehemence that made Abbott recoil, "If Miss Allen's name is brought up
with mine in that manner again, I shall kill Brown."
Charley moistened his lips. "Well, but after all, Mr. Huntingdon,
Harden and Forrester are just a couple of unknown chaps. Is your
championing them worth the risk to Miss Allen?"
"Miss Allen would be the last person to desire that kind of shielding.
I've reached my limit, Abbott, as far as the Brown papers are
concerned. They've got to keep their foul pens off the Department of
the Interior. I'd a little rather kill Brown than not. Why should
decent citizens live in fear of his dirty newsmongers? Life is not so
sweet to me, Abbott, nor the future so full of promise that I greatly
mind sacrificing either.
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