A CAUCUS, AS IT WAS PLANNED


The town house of Fort Canibas needed no guide-board that day. All roads
led to it. Thelismer Thornton walked down the main street, his following
at his heels. His hands were behind his back, and he sauntered along
like one who was at peace with the world. His face was serene once more.
He seemed to have recovered all the genial good-nature that men
associated with Thelismer Thornton. The chairman trotted on short legs
at his side, looking up at him sourly. Thornton smiled down at him.

"Finding your old State campaign sicker than you thought for, hey,
Luke?"

He was now as Presson had always known him, but the little man did not
seem to be consoled thereby.

"I'd like to know what's come over you to-day?" he complained. "Giving a
helpless little girl hell-an'-repeat, and then standing for what you did
back there right now!"

"Luke, both of us have seen a great many men lose their dignity fighting
hornets. But I've come to myself, and I've stopped running and swatting.
Well, Briggs, what is it?"

The man who had brought the alarm to Aunt Charette's was crowding close,
plainly with something to say.

"I only wanted to tell you, Squire, that Sheriff Niles brought in word
to the boys that high-uppers was back of him."