That's an admirable characteristic in a wife, but not very helpful
in a sweetheart."
"Well, she's half American," said Kirk.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean the game isn't over. I carried the ball forty yards once
for a touchdown in the last ten seconds of play, and Yale won. I
had good 'interference' then, and I need it now. Somebody'll have
to run ahead of me."
Runnels smiled. "I guess you can count on me. What is the plan?"
For the next half-hour the two talked earnestly, their heads
together, their voices low.
"I don't believe it will work, my boy," Runnels said at last. "I
know these people better than you, and yet--Lord! if it does come
off!" He whistled softly. "Well, they may kick the political props
out from under us, but there will be an awful crash when we hit.
Now, don't mention this rumor about Blakeley. I want to see Steve
Cortlandt first."
"Cortlandt! By-the-way, do you happen to remember that he's to be
our guest for supper to-morrow night? Kind of a joke now, trying
to thank him for what he's done, isn't it?"
"Not at all. It may be our one chance of salvation; he may be the
one person who can help us."
"Well," Kirk reflected, "I have a good deal to thank him for, I
suppose, outside of this, and I'll go through with my part.
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