"I don't think we're exactly ready for that public reception yet," he
observed with a chuckle, turning from the door. He glanced at the
General, anxious and keen in his scrutiny.
"Vard!" he cried, heartily, noting the resolution in the countenance,
the light in the old soldier's eyes, "you're looking better, here, than
you sounded over the telephone a few hours ago. You're going to
stand--of _course_ you're going to stand!"
"I'll take the nomination, Thelismer--that is, providing you want me to
stand as a candidate who will go into office without a single string
hitched to him."
"I guess the party isn't running into any desperate chances, Vard, with
you in the big chair. Sit down now and take it easy. I'll call Luke in.
After we've had our talk with him, we'll begin to enlarge our circle a
little--it's a pretty close combination up to now."
The porter at the door summoned the chairman of the State Committee.
"The Senator is just in from Washington," he announced, after his
enthusiastic greeting of the General.
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