There may be some people that you'll want
to warn. Tell 'em old Thornton hasn't lost his grip."
He took Presson by the arm, and swung him hospitably in at the big door
of "The Barracks."
CHAPTER II
THE LINE-UP OF THE FIGHT
"That's too rough--too rough, that kind of talk, Thelismer," protested
the State chairman.
Thornton swung away from him and went to the window of the living-room
and gazed out on his constituents.
"You can't handle voters the way you used to--you've got to hair-oil 'em
these days."
Presson was no stranger in "The Barracks." But he walked around the big
living-room with the fresh interest he always felt in the quaint place.
Thornton stayed at the window, silent. The crowd had not left the
yard--an additional insult to him. They were gathering around Niles and
his sheep, and Niles was declaiming again.
The broad room was low, its time-stained woods were dark, and the
chairman wandered in its shadowy recesses like an uneasy ghost.
"It isn't best to tongue-lash the boys that are for you," advised
Presson, fretfully, "not this year, when reformers have got 'em filled
up with a lot of skittish notions.
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