as a couple of columns a week right
here in the Edmundton Courier. The papers are bleedin' him to death,
certain."
"How much have you spent?" asked the Honourable Hilary.
The Honourable Adam screwed up his face and pulled his goatee
thoughtfully.
"What are you trying to get at, Hilary," he inquired, sending for me to
meet you out here in the woods in this curious way? If you wanted to see
me, why didn't you get me to go down to Ripton, or come up and sit on my
porch? You've been there before."
"Times," said the Honourable Hilary, repeating, perhaps unconsciously,
Mr. Hunt's words, "are uncommon. This man Crewe's making more headway
than you think. The people don't know him, and he's struck a popular
note. It's the fashion to be down on railroads these days."
"I've taken that into account," replied Mr. Hunt.
"It's unlucky, and it comes high. I don't think he's got a show for the
nomination, but my dander's up, and I'll beat him if I have to mortgage
my house."
The Honourable Hilary grunted, and ruminated.
"How much did you say you'd spent, Adam?"
"If you think I'm not free enough, I'll loosen up a little more," said
the Honourable Adam.
"How free have you been?" said the Honourable Hilary.
For some reason the question, put in this form, was productive of
results.
"I can't say to a dollar, but I've got all the amounts down in a book. I
guess somewhere in the neighbourhood of nine thousand would cover it."
Mr. Vane grunted again.
"Would you take a cheque, Adam?" he inquired.
"What for?" cried the Honourable Adam.
"For the amount you've spent," said the Honourable Hilary, sententiously.
The Honourable Adam began to breathe with apparent difficulty, and his
face grew purple. But Mr. Vane did not appear to notice these alarming
symptoms. Then the candidate turned about, as on a pivot, seized Mr. Vane
by the knee, and looked into his face.
"Did you come up here with orders for me to get out?" he demanded, with
some pardonable violence. "By thunder, I didn't think that of my old
friend, Hilary Vane. You ought to have known me better, and Flint ought
to have known me better. There ain't a mite of use of our staying here
another second, and you can go right back and tell Flint what I said.
Flint knows I've been waiting to be governor for eight years, and each
year it's been just a year ahead. You ask him what he said to me when he
sent for me to go to New York. I thought he was a man of hi
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