"Yes—I suppose so. Thirty of 'em, anyway."
"And the others?"
"Oh, so-so," indifferently. What did it matter?
"How many are there who can't be approached?"
"It's pretty hard to tell who can and who can't," parried Moore, cautiously, and lighted a cigar. "I fancy the lantern business would experience a gigantic boom if one went hunting for an honest man in politics."
"In Montana," supplemented Burroughs, smiling at his pleasantry.
"In Montana," acquiesced the arch-briber, suavely.
"How many more must I get?" This was a question that any child could answer, but Burroughs had a nervous desire to talk which irritated his companion almost beyond endurance. The day had been a trying one, and Burroughs asked for repetitions of statements and figures unceasingly.
"Three or four, to make certain," answered Moore, with what urbanity he could command at the moment.
"How much have you paid out already?" The change in subject was not so unexpected as might appear. Like most millionaires, the magnate kept closer account of his expenditures than many a working man.