"
"They'll find it pretty hard to fix anything on Lorne,"
said Alec. "But I guess the Squire did go off his head
a little."
"Have they anything more than Indian evidence?" asked
Advena.
"We don't know what they've got," said her brother darkly
"and we won't till Wednesday, when they expect to get
round to it."
"Indian evidence will be a poor dependence in Cruickshank's
hands," Mr Murchison told them, with a chuckle. "They
say this Chief Joseph Fry is going about complaining that
he always got three dollars for one vote before, and this
time he expected six for two, and got nothing!"
"Chief Joseph Fry!" exclaimed Alec. "They make me tired
with their Chief Josephs and Chief Henrys! White Clam
Shell--that was the name he got when he wasn't christened."
"That's the name," remarked Advena, "that he probably
votes under."
"Well," said Mrs Murchison, "it was very kind of Squire
Ormiston to give Lorne his support, but it seems to me
that as far as Moneida is concerned he would have done
better alone."
"No, I guess he wouldn't, Mother," said Alec. "Moneida
came right round with the Squire, outside the Reserve.
If it hadn't been for the majority there we would have
lost the election. The old man worked hard, and Lorne is
grateful to him, and so he ought to be.
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