Another fellow was marched down the aisle by an Arlington worker.
“Bad!” growled Buckhart. “And no one working against the fellow like that! Bad, bad!”
At last there seemed no more to vote, and the polls were declared closed. A few moments later, amid breathless silence, the counting began. Would Arlington win?
Ted Smart, Billy Bradley, Chip Jolliby, Bob Singleton, and Hugh Douglas were in a group at the rear of the room.
“Dear me!” said Ted. “How slow this is! Why, there’s nothing interesting about it!”
Singleton was watching Buckhart’s face.
“I’m afraid Arlington has won,” he said.
“What mum-mum-makes you think so?” chattered Jolliby.
“Buckhart looks worried.”
“Hi ’ave an idea it is very close, don’t y’ ’now,” said Bradley.