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"How many people are in there?" Mr. Crewe demanded. "Twenty-seven, when I came out," said Mr. Tooting, with commendable accuracy. "But it wants fifteen minutes to eight." "And who," asked Mr. Crewe, "is to introduce me?" An expression of indignation spread over Mr. Tooting's face. "There ain't a man in Ripton's got sand enough!" he exclaimed.
Tooting's ears would have burned, and how his blood would have sung with pride to have heard himself called dangerous by the president of the Northeastern! He who, during all the valuable years of his services, had never had a sign that that potentate was cognizant of his humble existence. On reading Mr.
"I guess you did," said Mr. Flint, "and I guess Humphrey Crewe saw him before he went." Victoria was silent, the recollection of the talk between Mr. Tooting and Mr. Crewe running through her mind, and Mr. Tooting's saying that he had done "dirty things" for the Northeastern.
Bascom suggested; "you've got us terrified since your friend from Leith turned the light of publicity on us this morning. I hear Ham Tooting's been in and made you an offer." News travels fast in Ripton.
"No," cried Mr. Tooting, with a vehemence he meant for force. "No, I wasn't. Listening to who?" "Humph!" said the Honourable Hilary, still retaining with one hand the grip on Mr. Tooting 's arm, and with the other turning up the gas until it flared in Mr. Tooting's face. "What are you doing in the governor's room?"
"How many people are in there?" Mr. Crewe demanded. "Twenty-seven, when I came out," said Mr. Tooting, with commendable accuracy. "But it wants fifteen minutes to eight." "And who," asked Mr. Crewe, "is to introduce me?" An expression of indignation spread over Mr. Tooting's face. "There ain't a man in Ripton's got sand enough!" he exclaimed.
Tooting's expressive countenance showed genuine alarm. "Say, you ain't going to put up any Wild West tricks on me, are you? I heard you nearly flung Tom Gaylord out of the one in the other room." "If this were a less civilized place, Ham, I'd initiate you into what is known as the bullet dance. As it is, I have a great mind to speed you on your way by assisting you downstairs." Mr.
They say he's got Adam to cough up six thousand extra since five o'clock, but the question is ain't he stringin' us? He paid six hundred for a block of ten not quarter of an hour ago and nine of 'em were our delegates." It must be remembered that these are Mr. Tooting's words, and Mr. Crewe evidently treated them as the product of that gentleman's vivid imagination.
On the arrival of the candidate, instead of a surging crowd lining the sidewalk, he found only a fringe of the curious, whose usual post of observation was the railroad station, standing silently on the curb. Within, Mr. Tooting's duties as an usher had not been onerous. He met Mr. Crewe in the vestibule, and drew him into the private office.
He went off on an excursion up the State instead, for he had been working too hard; and he returned, as many men do from their travels, a conservative. He listened coldly to Mr. Tooting's impassioned pleas for cleaner politics, until Mr. Tooting revealed the fact that his pockets were full of copy.
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