"They've all heard of you and what you did for Zeb."
Austen flushed. He was aware that he was undergoing a cool and critical examination by those present, and that they were men who used all their faculties in making up their minds.
"I'm very glad to meet any friends of yours, Mr. Redbrook," he said. "What I did for Meader isn't worth mentioning. It was an absolutely simple case."
"Twahn't so much what ye did as how ye did it," said Mr. Redbrook. "It's kind of rare in these days," he added, with the manner of commenting to himself on the circumstance, "to find a young lawyer with brains that won't sell 'em to the railrud. That's what appeals to me, and to some other folks I know--especially when we take into account the situation you was in and the chances you had.
Austen's silence under this compliment seemed to create an indefinable though favourable impression, and the member from Mercer permitted himself to smile.
"These men are all friends of mine, and members of the House," he said, 玜nd there's more would have come if they'd had a longer notice. Allow me to make you acquainted with Mr. Widgeon of Hull."
"We kind of wanted to look you over," said Mr. Widgeon, suiting the action to the word. "That's natural ain't it?"
"Kind of size you up," added Mr. Jarley of Wye, raising his eyes. "Callate you're sizable enough."