“A good part. Three or four hundred votes, anyhow.”
Amos tapped his envelope with his pencil, figuring thoughtfully. “I was thinking some of playing a little joke on Chase,” he said at last. “Think they’d enjoy a joke on him?”
Kite looked across at the Congressman with hope in his eye for the first time that evening. “Any joke on Chase will find lots to laugh at it,” he declared.
Amos nodded. “That’s what Gergue said.”
“He’s right.” Kite’s face fell. “But shucks! What chance is there?”
“There’s a chance,” said Amos.
“What is it?”
“Listen, Kite,” said the Congressman soberly. “Listen and I’ll tell you.”
He began to speak; he talked for a long time, and as he explained, Kite’s countenance passed from doubt to hope and then to exultant confidence.