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`` He 'll win out ! '' The words sounded like a rally call . With that the girl fled down the hall , trilling the merriest sort of a Christmas tune . At three o'clock St. Angé turned out in force , and set its face toward the bungalow . Leon Tate had decided that to put a cheerful front to the foe was the wiser thing to do , so he closed the Black Cat and arrayed his oily person in his best raiment , kept heretofore for the Government Inspector and Hillcrest potentates , and drove his wife himself up to Drew 's fête . `` Do you know , '' he said , as they started , `` Brown Betty looks as played out as if she had been druv instead of loafing in the stable . '' `` She do look beat , '' Isa agreed .