"
"On the grounds of fraudulent entry, I suppose."
"That's it."
"Well, they'll never win----"
"Let's not exchange thinks," Bob reminded him.
"Right! I can see that you're acting under orders, and the suit must be
brought. Now I tell you frankly, as one Modern Woods-pussy of the World
to another, that you're the only fellow that has any real testimony.
What I want to know is, are you going to use it?"
Bob looked at his companion steadily.
"I don't see why, even without witnesses, I should give away government
plans to you, Baker."
Baker sighed, and slid from the boulder.
"I'm practically certain how the cat jumps, and I've long since made my
plans accordingly. Whatever you say does not alter my course of action.
Only I hate to do a man an injustice without being sure. You needn't
answer. Your last remark means that you are. I have too much sense to do
the little Eva to you, Orde. You've got the gray stuff in your head,
even if it is a trifle wormy. Of course, it's no good telling you that
you're going back on a friend, that you'll be dragging Welton into the
game when he hasn't got a chip to enter with, that you're betraying
private confidence--well, I guess the rest is all 'thinks.
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