"I think we'll pull
you out all right."
"You THINK! I dare say Ramon Alfarez can get a dozen men to
perjure themselves as easily as he got those two."
"Exactly. But I have a little coup that I intend to spring at the
right moment."
"For Heaven's sake, tell me what it is."
"I'm sorry, but I can't just yet. In the first place, one must
handle these people exactly right or they explode."
"But give me an idea at least. I'm really interested in the
outcome of this case, you know."
Anson smiled. "Of course you are, and I'll tell you as soon as I
can, but not now."
"These Spiggoties would enjoy standing me up against a wall with
my head in a rag--they'd make it a holiday and ring all the bells
in town."
"I can't assure you that it isn't serious," Anson acknowledged,
gravely, "for it is--any time an American goes to court in this
country it is serious--but that doesn't mean that we'll lose."
"You may be a good lawyer," said Kirk, ruefully, "but you're a
blamed poor comforter. I--I wish my dad was here; he'd fix it. He
wouldn't let 'em convict me. He's great, my dad is. He can swear--
like the devil." His voice caught, and his eyes were unusually
bright as he turned away to hide his emotions. "I like him better
than any man I've ever met, Anson.
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