"I deal in no personalities, sir. So long as I hide myself under the
name of Republican and allow this thing to go on as it's going, I'm in
the traffic myself; and I don't propose to continue in it--not when I
have power placed in my hands."
"By the eternal gods, you won't have the power placed there!" roared the
chairman of the State Committee.
Now some one called to them from outside the door, repeating the
rapping.
"When you say that, you're confessing that the Republican party is a
sneak, Presson," declared the General.
The Duke came along to the table. He ticked his forefinger against the
paper that Waymouth was holding.
"Vard, you're pledging yourself in advance of election to the most rabid
of the prohibition fanatics."
"I'm pledging myself to obey the one State law that occupies the most
space in public attention, causes the most discussion, makes the most
row. It's a damnable bloodsucker to be hitched on to any political
party! But it's on ours, and I'm going to grab it with both hands!"
"Hold a proxy from the ramrodders, eh?" sneered the State chairman,
thoroughly a rebel.
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