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Did you ever hear of anything to equal the cold-bloodedness of it?" Warrington looked at her in absolute amazement. "Well, of all the nerve! Why the deuce didn't John punch his head?" savagely. "Mr. McQuade is not a gentleman; John is," simply. "But Mr. McQuade hasn't forgotten; not he. He pays no attention to any of us; but that is no sign that he does not think a good deal.
"No, and I doubt you sent it. But I want it at once, and no more monkeying." "Well, I sent it. I mailed it to your office. You've overlooked it." "Come over to my office now and make it out," McQuade insisted. "You've got plenty of grips on me without that," protested Morrissy reproachfully. "But I want this one, and I'm going to have it." "I'll go to your office. Will Donnelly be game?"
McQuade," said Warrington, white in the face. "I don't think you'll be mayor of Herculaneum, Mr. Warrington," replied McQuade, glaring venomously at the man who had brushed him aside so easily. "Perhaps not, Mr. McQuade," said Warrington; "but at any rate there'll be a reckoning for that kick. You've been trying for months to bring these dogs together.
McQuade pushed the match-box toward Warrington, but Warrington drew out his own and struck a light. McQuade shrugged. "Mr. McQuade, I am interested to learn what is back of your note. Horses?" "No; not horses." McQuade viewed the young man through half-closed eyes.
But the master was obdurate. Jove jumped up, but turned quickly. The white dog stopped. He recognized that he was at a complete disadvantage. McQuade watched these proceedings with an amused twinkle. It was a clever manoeuver. So far as he was concerned, a good dog fight would not have been to his distaste. "It doesn't hurt the brutes to light once in a while.
"McQuade will try something else, then. He's sworn to stop you. I'm glad you aren't afraid of him." "I can't thank you enough." "I wander about town a good deal; nobody pays much attention to me; so lots of things fall under my notice. I'll let you know what I hear. You'll find all the decent people on your side, surprise or no surprise.
"And there the matter stands, my boy," concluded the senator, shifting his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. "If I can swing the convention the rest will be plain sailing, once you start speech-making. Oh, McQuade is clever. He knew that by exposing my hand he would lessen your chances. But you tackle the newspapers and see what can be done. And good luck to you."
There were three or four oddly shaped stands or tables covered with black velvet drapery. Thomas McQuade took in the splendors of this palatial apartment with one eye. With the other he looked for his imposing conductor to find that he had disappeared. "B'gee!" muttered Thomas, "this listens like a spook shop.
The fiber in McQuade was coarse; he possessed neither generosity nor magnanimity; the very men who feared him held him in secret contempt. "No, Mr. Warrington, I haven't any horses for sale to-day," he began. "Not very long ago you met Senator Henderson at your club. He offered you the nomination for mayor this fall, and you accepted it." Warrington could not repress a start of surprise.
"You've money and influence, and that's what counts." "I'm seriously thinking the thing over," returned Warrington, not quite understanding the wink. "Everything's on the bum in town; it wants a clean bill. McQuade must go. The man never keeps a promise.
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