And below he indulged in this sarcasm: _"Don't hold the express on my account!"_ Signed--"KENT HOLLIS" Leaving his audience to stare after him Hollis pushed open the door of the office and entered. He found Potter bending over the imposing table, hard at work on one of the forms. Three other forms, locked and ready for the press, stood in a corner. Potter looked up and smiled as his chief entered. "See the notice on the door?" he inquired. "Some of Dunlavey's work, I suppose," returned Hollis. "Well, yes. I suppose Dunlavey is back of it. But Yuma tacked the sign up." He smiled soberly as Hollis flashed a grin at him. "They tried hard last night to get me to drink. Of course their purpose was to get me drunk so that I wouldn't be able to get the paper out today. I am not going to tell you how hard I had to fight myself to resist the temptation to drink. But you can see for yourself that I succeeded. The _Kicker_ will be ready to go to press in an hour." He felt Hollis's hand patting his shoulder approvingly and he continued, a little hoarsely. "I took one drink at the Fashion last night after I got through here. Then I came back and went to sleep. I am a light sleeper and when some time after midnight I heard a sound at the door I got up and peered out of the window. I saw Yuma tacking up the notice. I suppose Dunlavey wrote it." He looked at Hollis with a whimsical expression. "I suppose you are going to take the express?" he inquired. "Tried to get you drunk, did they?" shaking his head negatively to Potter's question, a smile on his face. "I can't understand that game," he continued, soberly. "Of course getting you drunk would have prevented the appearance of the paper on scheduled time. But if they wanted to do serious damage--of course I mean to the paper," he apologized with a grim smile, "why didn't they come down here--some of them--during your absence, and smash things up? That would have made the thing sure for them." Potter laughed mirthlessly. "Of course they could have done that," he said; "it would have been easy--will be easy any time. But it wouldn't be artistic, would be coarse in fact. Dunlavey doesn't do things that way. If they smash your stuff, destroy your plant here, ruin your type and press, and so forth, they invite sympathy in your behalf. But if they prevent the appearance of your paper without having done any damage to your plant they accomplish something--they expose you to ridicule. And in this country ridicule is a potent weapon--even if it involves nothing more serious than a drunken printer." Hollis shook Potter's hand in silence. He had expected violence from Dunlavey; long before this he had expected him to show his hand, to attempt some covert and damaging action. And he had been prepared to fight to get the _Kicker_ out. He had not expected subtlety from Dunlavey.