Brad Buckhart was pale.
“He’s got it, pard!” he whispered. “Got it by one vote! No, by thunder! He shall not have it!”
Then Dick saw Brad, in running over Arlington’s votes, cleverly slip two of them into his palm.
Ned Stanton, however, did not detect the trick.
“What do you make it, Stanton?” asked Dick.
“One hundred and twenty-three for Arlington.”
“That’s right,” said Buckhart huskily. “And Hardy has one hundred and twenty-four.”
“Then Hardy wins!” said Stanton, with satisfaction.
“Wait,” said Dick. “Let’s be sure of this. Let’s count them over again.”
“What for?” asked Brad.