"Well, he's putting up the dough, but I don't trouble him with all the minor details," admitted Moore.
"Bob's not the only one who's offering good money for votes," said Blair.
"Who has approached you?"
"That's like asking who yelled fire at a theater. There are some seven candidates, and a thousand workers—I can't name them all."
"We expect to pay every member who votes for Burroughs—of his own party or not. The man who votes for him without being paid is a fool."
"Might as well have a red flag of auction placed on the speaker's desk." Senator Blair was inclined to moralize.
"Money is a legitimate source of influence in a Legislature." Moore was on the defensive.
"I judge that you think so, if no one else. But, see here! I can't vote for Burroughs, any way I see it!" (Moore thought of his vanished thousand-dollar bill!) "I've promised Danvers to vote for the Governor. My friendship for Phil—you know he saved my sister's life——"
"Friendship be damned! What difference does it make when you can get cash and get it easy? Say!" Moore leaned forward in his earnestness. "If you've been approached before, let me get my work in." He held up ten fingers as indicative of what he would pay.
"Ten thousand dollars doesn't make much of a stir in Montana," spoke Blair, scornfully.