"No, it isn't that." Roger gave a deep sigh. "I wish we could locate that mine!" he murmured.
"So you were thinking about that? Well, we may have luck. Let us hope so," and Dave smiled.
"I might as well tell you how it is," continued Roger, as he drove up to the little railroad station. He looked around, to make sure that no outsiders were listening. "You know father comes up for re-election this fall."
"Oh, does his term as senator run out?"
"Yes. Well, there is a movement on foot to put somebody else in his place. If they do that—well, he'll be out, that's all."
"What will he do then?"
"That's just it. I don't know what he can do. He used to be in an office business, but he gave that up to go into politics. Now, if he gets out, he will have to start all over again."
"Hasn't he anything at all—I mean any business?"
"Not anything regular. He dabbles a little in real estate."
"Then I hope they don't put him out, Roger."