“Has Sprague promised it to him?”
“Yes, fer enough votes from Polk to nominate him.”
“Umph humph,” said Garwood, slowly, through his nose. “Umph humph.”
“But if it’s December the appointment’s made, we can fool him there, we can fool him there,” said Rankin, gleefully.
“Yes,” said Garwood, though not heartily.
And then Rankin leaned over and laid a hand on Garwood’s knee.
“But don’t give up yet, old man,” he said. “We can pull this game out o’ the fire; you can get that nomination.”
Garwood turned on him angrily.
“Yes, oh yes!” he sneered. “Pretty figure I’ll cut going to a convention for renomination without my own county behind me!”
“Well, we can fix that.”