Leastways, there's a
chance, an' also he oughta fit pretty snug in a girl's eye. Fu'ther to
all that, it's jus' the same ol' story. A feller an' a girl, an' the
girl with a fine figger an' a fine pair of eyes which, bein' a
she-girl, she knows how to use. Seein' as you ask the question, I
guess I could answer it by jus' sayin' that the Temples are makin' the
one move they'd be sure to make."
The senior Packard's scowl had known fame as long as fifty years ago;
never was it blacker than right now. For a little he stood still
glaring at the floor. Blenham watched him covertly, a look of craft in
the one good eye.
"Better go over an' see Temple right away," said Packard presently.
"He won't be able to pay up his next instalment. Tell him I'm goin' to
foreclose an' drive him out. While you're at it you can show him the
plum foolishness of sickin' his idiot girl on Stephen. How it won't
bring 'em any good an' will jus' get me out on his trail red-hot.
He'll understand." And the stern old mouth set into lines of which
Blenham read the full and emphatic meaning. "Go on: anything else to
report?"
After his fashion in business matters he had pondered deeply but
briefly upon this interference of Terry, had planned, had instructed
his agent, and now turned to whatever might next demand his attention
in connection with his campaign against and for Steve Packard.
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