We'll stay there till State
Convention. Finger right on the pulse after this."
He called the porter and arranged for his berths, and ordered the
telegram sent from the next station.
He began leisurely to unfasten his necktie and collar.
"Got to tell Luke, you know. A close corporation of four--that's enough
to know it. Can't trust the rest. We'll let 'em keep their old political
hen sitting on their china egg. We'll hatch the good egg in our own
nest. Then for a glorious old cackle! Vard Waymouth will be the next
Governor of this State! Sure!"
"And this State will have the right man on the job with him as
Governor!" cried the young man, enthusiastically. "I'm proud of what you
did to-night, grandfather. I don't believe he would have listened to
anyone else."
"Friendship, comradeship, mean something when you get old, my boy."
"I hope they'll all know who did it when the time comes right. Some of
the men who have been growling about you behind your back will have
their mouths shut for them."
"You've been hearing the old man cussed thoroughly and scientifically,
eh?" drawled the Duke.
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