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The Heir Of The McHulishes
by
“That was in our own country,” returned the consul hastily, “and was an indefensible act, even in a lawless frontier civilization. But you are surely not mad enough even to conceive of such a thing HERE!”
“Keep your hair on, Jack,” said Custer lazily. “What’s the matter with constitutional methods, eh? Do you remember the time when we didn’t like Pueblo rules, and we laid out Eureka City on their lines, and whooped up the Mexicans and diggers to elect mayor and aldermen, and put the city front on Juanita Creek, and then corraled it for water lots? Seems to me you were county clerk then. Now who’s to keep Dick Macgregor and Joe Hamilton, that are both up the Nile now, from droppin’ in over here to see Malcolm in his own house? Who’s goin’ to object to Wallace or Baird, who are on this side, doin’ the Eytalian lakes, from comin’ here on their way home; or Watson and Moore and Timley, that are livin’ over in Paris, from joinin’ the boys in givin’ Malcolm a housewarmin’ in his old home? What’s to keep the whole syndicate from gatherin’ at Kelpie Island up here off the west coast, among the tombs of Malcolm’s ancestors, and fixin’ up things generally with the clan?”
“Only one thing,” said the consul, with a gravity which he nevertheless felt might be a mistaken attitude. “You shouldn’t have told ME about it. For if, as your old friend, I cannot keep you from committing an unconceivable folly, as the American consul here it will be my first duty to give notice to our legation, and perhaps warn the authorities. And you may be sure I will do it.”
To his surprise Custer leaned forward and pressed his hand with an expression of cheerful relief. “That’s so, old pard; I reckoned on it. In fact, I told Malcolm that that would be about your gait. Of course you couldn’t do otherwise. And it would have been playin’ it rather low down on you to have left you out in the cold–without even THAT show in the game. For what you will do in warnin’ the other fellows, don’t you see, will just waken up the clan. It’s better than a campaign circular.”
“Don’t be too sure of that,” said the consul, with a half-hysterical laugh. “But we won’t consider so lamentable a contingency. Come and dine with me, both of you, and we’ll discuss the only thing worth discussing,–your LEGAL rights,–and you can tell me your whole story, which, by the way, I haven’t heard.”
“Sorry, Jack, but it can’t be done,” said Custer, with his first approach to seriousness of manner. “You see, we’d made up our mind not to come here again after this first call. We ain’t goin’ to compromise you.”
“I am the best judge of that,” returned the consul dryly. Then suddenly changing his manner, he grasped Custer’s hands with both his own. “Come, Harry,” he said earnestly; “I will not believe that this is not a joke, but I beg of you to promise me one thing,–do not move a step further in this matter without legal counsel. I will give you a letter to a legal friend of mine–a man of affairs, a man of the world, and a Scot as typical, perhaps, as any you have mentioned. State your LEGAL case to him–only that; but his opinion will show you also, if I am not mistaken, the folly of your depending upon any sectional or historical sentiment in this matter.”
Without waiting for a reply, he sat down and hastily wrote a few lines to a friendly local magnate. When he had handed the note to Custer, the latter looked at the address, and showed it to his young companion.
“Same name, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes,” responded Mr. McHulish.
“Do you know him?” asked the consul, evidently surprised.
“We don’t, but he’s a friend of one of the Eagle boys. I reckon we would have seen him anyhow; but we’ll agree with you to hold on until we do. It’s a go. Goodby, old pard! So long.”