“Oh! That’s bad.”
“Only counts one vote. And Caine’s another. He’s on my side. He has more pull with those people than Blacarda.”
“I wonder why you and Mr. Caine are such friends. There never were two other men as different.”
“He owns the biggest noospaper in Granite, an’ he belongs to one of the top-notch families. So he’s a power in his own way, for all he’s such an odd fish. ‘Eccentric’ they call it, don’t they? Why do we travel together? That lazy don’t-care way of his and his trick of twistin’ sentences upside down an’ then callin’ ’em ‘epigrams’ is kind of amoosin’. Besides, he’s of use to me. That explains my side of it. I’m of use to him. That explains his. He’ll more’n offset Blacarda.”
“Who are the rest?”
“Hawarden’s one. Husband of your chap’rone friend.”
“Oh, I wish I’d known! I’d have asked her to—”
“I don’t think it’s nec’ssary,” evaded Caleb. “He’ll be all right, I guess.”
“I didn’t know you knew him.”
“No more I do. But I’ve an idea he’ll vote for me.”