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I thought I knew every farmer in the county but I didn't. A new one turns up every day to tell the Little Boss how to irrigate." "Murphy," said Jim, "how do you size up Fleckenstein?" Murphy looked at Jim curiously. "Just like everyone else does, as a crook." "How much pull has he with the farmers?" Murphy shrugged his shoulders.
"I told the Boss to forget that letter. I know Fleckenstein. I know all his secrets just as I do about every other man's in the valley. I know their shames and their business grafts. In fact I know everything but the best side of 'em. I've been in the saloon business in this valley for twenty years, Mr. Dennis." "Ah!" said Uncle Denny. "I understand now!"
"How did it happen?" asked the Secretary. Uncle Denny began to walk the floor. Pen answered. "A week ago, Mr. Secretary, a farmer named Marshall at a Fleckenstein meeting suggested that a petition be sent you to keep Mr. Manning here." Uncle Denny interrupted. "Mrs. Saradokis here already had telegraphed us to do that same thing, Mr.
"Boss," he said, "go ahead if it'll ease you up any, but you might as well try to fight a hydrophobia skunk with a perfume atomizer as to try them high-brow methods on Fleckenstein." Jim laughed. "Well, do you know of a better method, Murphy?" "Yes, the good, old-fashioned way of putting up more whisky, more money and more free rides than the other fellow does."
"Oh, I want your opinion to quote. I'm about to put up a fight against Fleckenstein." "But that will be hardly proper, will it, considering your job? Not but what I think Fleckenstein ought to be fought!" "Oh, I'm not going on the stump. I'm merely going to fight him by attending to certain portions of my job that I've always neglected." Jim rose and Haskins shook his head ruefully.
"How much pull would the devil himself have if he promised repudiation? Tell me that, Boss!" "Is the chap who is running against him any good?" "Who, Ives? Is a bag of jelly an implement of war? What have you got on your mind, Boss?" "Well, to tell the truth, Murphy, I've just come to! The election is just three months off, isn't it? I am going to try to lick Fleckenstein in that time."
I won't take time to say any more right now. Oscar will be storming in here in a minute." When they reached the dam that afternoon, Oscar and Fleckenstein called on Sara. Pen found that they would talk nothing but land values while she was in the tent, so she wandered out in search of Jim. She found him at the dam site. He was talking to a heavy-set, red-faced man in khaki.
Manning. I'll get off the Project if you say so. But I think you'd be wiser to give me a job below on the diversion dam where I can keep track of Fleckenstein and his crowd for you. I'll show you what it means to trust an Irishman, sir." Jim suddenly flashed his wistful smile. "I knew you had the makings of a friend in you as soon as I saw how you took the cleaning up I gave you yesterday.
Jane and Pen plunged earnestly into explanations. When they had finished, Mrs. Hunt said: "I can see why Mrs. Ames is so interested. But why should you be, Mrs. Sardox? I heard your husband was backing Fleckenstein." "I don't agree with my husband's ideas," said Pen. "I am doing this because I think Fleckenstein's election will do the valley a deadly wrong."
What do you say to that? And Fleckenstein shut up." Uncle Denny chuckled. "Have a cigar? Is Jim making any headway in this 'silent campaign' I'm hearing about?" "Thanks," said Murphy. "Well, he is and he ain't. He's got a great personality and everybody who gets his number will eat sand for him. He made a great speech at Cabillo, time of the Hearing.
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