"
"It's just--it's just that I care so much about Miss Allen," reiterated
Charley, miserably and doggedly.
Enoch drew a quick breath. The two men stared at each other, pain and
hopelessness in both faces. Enoch recovered himself quickly.
"I'm sorry, my boy," he said gently, "but life, particularly public
life, is full of bitter situations like this. Brown must be stopped
somewhere by somebody. Let's not count the cost. Get in touch with
Cheney and have that statement ready for the morning paper."
He turned back to his letters and Abbott left the room. Before he went
home that night, Enoch had signed the very readable account of some of
Harden's and Forrester's exploits in the Survey and had added, before
signing, a line to the effect that the slurs and insinuations regarding
the two men which had appeared in the morning papers were entirely
untrue.
For several days there was no reply from the Brown camp. Enoch's
friends commented to him freely on his temerity in deliberately drawing
Brown on, but Enoch only smiled and shrugged his shoulders, while
Curly's statement lay unopened in his drawer. But underneath his calm,
the still raw wound of Brown's earlier attack tingled as it awaited the
rubbing in of the salt.
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