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"I guess you've had rather a bad night?" said Gorgett, inquiringly. "Oh, my God!" The words came out in a whisper from under Knowles's tilted hat-brim. "I believe I'd advise you to stick to your wife," Gorgett went on, quietly, "and let politics alone. Somehow I don't believe you're the kind of man for it. I've taken considerable interest in you for some time back, Mr.
Of course, when they began the count our people would know there was something wrong, but they would be practically up against it, and the precinct would be counted for Gorgett. Bob Crowder, a ward committee-man, brought him up and stayed in the room, while the fellow his name was Genz went over the whole thing. "What do you think of it?" says Bob, when Genz finished. "Ain't it worth the money?
I'm going to clear this town of fraud, and if Gorgett don't wear the stripes for this my name's not Farwell Knowles! He'll go over the road, handcuffed to a deputy, before three months are gone. Don't tell me I'm injuring you and the party by it. Pah! It will give me a thousand more votes. I'm not exactly a child, my friends! On my honour, the whole thing will be printed in to-morrow's paper!"
Now, the ceiling over the shelf in the closet wasn't plastered, and it formed, of course, part of the flooring in the room above. The boards were to be loosened by a Gorgett man upstairs, as soon as the box was locked in; he would take up a piece of planking enough to get an arm in and stuff the box with Gorgett ballots till it grunted. Then he would replace the board and slide out.
But that wasn't the way I felt when I helped to hand over to a reformer the nomination for mayor; then it was just selfish desperation and nothing else. We had to do it. You see, it was this way: the other side had had the city for four terms, and, naturally, they'd earned the name of being rotten by that time. Big Lafe Gorgett was their best.
"Do you know," he began, with a sharp, grinding of his teeth, "that dishonourable scoundrel has had me watched, ever since there was talk of me for the fusion candidate? He's had me followed, shadowed, till he knows more about me than I do myself." I saw right there that I'd never really measured Gorgett for as tall as he really was. "Have a cigar?" I asked Knowles, and lit one myself.
He raised his hands to me, the most grovelling figure of a man I ever saw. "Oh, for God's sake, help me, help me...." Well, sir, it was sickening enough, but after he had gone, and I tumbled into bed again, I thought of Gorgett and laughed myself to sleep with admiration.
It's all my fault, Bob." "Isn't there any way to get hold of him? A crazy man could see that his best friend couldn't beg it out of him, and that he wouldn't spare any of us; but don't you know of some bludgeon we could hang up over him?" "Nothing. It's up to Gorgett." "Well," said Bob, "Lafe's mighty smart, but it looks like God-help-Gorgett now!"
We'd never have done it if we hadn't thought it was our only hope. Gorgett was too strong, and he handled the darkeys better than any man I ever knew.
Gorgett would have been better, but Farwell couldn't very easily get at him. I had to sit there for a little while, of course, like a ninny between them; and I wasn't the more comfortable because I thought Knowles looked like a bigger fool than I did. Bella's presence seemed to excite him to a kind of exaltation; he had a dark flush on his face and his eyes were large and shiny.
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