"
The old stage-driver laughed softly. "We'll be damned good and plenty by
both sides."
"Of course. It won't be a pleasant thing to do, but then it isn't exactly
pleasant to sit quiet and let these factions use the State as a pawn in
their game of grab."
"I'm with you, Sam. Go to it, my boy, and I'll back you to the limit."
"We had better not talk it over here. Come to my room after dinner and
bring Landor and James with you. I'll have Reedy and Keller there. I'll
mention casually that it's a big game of poker, and I'll have cards and
drinks sent up. You want to remember we can't be too careful. If it leaks
out we lose."
"I'm a clam, Sam. Do you want I should speak of it to Landor and James?"
"Better wait till we get together."
"What about Ward? He's always been with us."
"He talks too much. We can take him in at the last minute if we like."
"That would be better. I ain't so sure about Reedy, either. He's straight
as a string, of course; not a crooked hair in his head. But when he gets to
drinking he's likely to let things out."
"You're right.
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