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Show 118 Sutherland said, "I certainly think it's time for some action from you city officials. We'll discuss this after the program, Eustice." Mrs. Sutherland sat down behind the mayor. Mrs. O'Tosh, with a last stern look at Mayor Okleberry, went down and took her seat in the audience. The band had stopped playing and a clown was doing a juggling act to get people in a good mood for the speeches. The mayor, however, looked sick. At his side, Councilman Snodgrass leaned over and snickered. "Well, Eustice, seems you've managed to alienate everybody in town.* "Never mind, Snodgrass," he growled. "Although I must admit," Snodgrass said from the corner of his mouth, "that if those two urchins and that huge beast of the O'Tosh boy didn't show up back here in Jericho, it wouldn't hurt my feelings." "My sentiments exactly.8, Snodgrass folded his arms and smiled. "But it certainly was a piece of bad luck, you losing that gold." "Don't remind me." "It makes a person wonder if maybe next election this town might not like a new mayor." "You?" The mayor looked incredulous. "Why not me?" With a long-suffering groan the mayor sat back. His face took on a philosophic look. "Well, Snodgrass, you're not the most popular man in town. But if we don't get that gold bar back-and right now it doesn't look likely-then I guess even you might beat me in an election. "I think you've stated it correctly," Snodgrass said with a smug smile. "What are you going to tell the governor when he arrives?" |
