"Who are you going in for to-night?" asks another "ambitious for distinction" unterrified of "a brother."
"Well, I don't know; it's hard to tell; good many wants to be nominated, and good many more than will be," was the cogent reply.
"That's a fact!" was the equally clear response. "But 'tween you and I, Pepper—I'd like to get the nomination for the Senate myself!"
"No-o-o?"
"Yes, sir; why shouldn't I? Hain't I stood by the party?"
"Well, and hain't I stood by it, hung by it, fastened to it?"
"Pepper, you have; so have I; now, I'll tell you what I'll do. You hang by me, for the Senate, and I'll go in for you for the House."
"Agreed; hang by 'em, give 'em a blast, first opening, and while you are fifing away for me, I'll go around for you, Captain Johns."
"Flammer, you going to go in for Smithers, to-night?" asks another of "the party," of a confederate.
"Smithers? I don't know about that; I don't think he's the right kind of a man for mayor, any how; do you?"