"Don't you feel sure about it?"
"I wish I could. It was all right a few weeks ago, but since this factional fight has sprung up, I hardly know where we stand. You know these contests create enmities that are hard to heal. It's another case of the killed and wounded. You fellows may win your fight against Hudson and his crowd, but my poor bill for the erection of a Naval Repair Station in Cleverly may be numbered among the killed."
"I never thought of that part of it," said Felix, "and I am mighty sorry to know that your interests have been put in jeopardy. If I had to do it over again I'd probably change my tactics."
Carlton took Felix by both hands. He spoke fervently:
"My dear boy," he said, "I wouldn't have you do any such thing for the world. I haven't a single regret for anything that has been done. I have been simply trying to look the situation in the face. I know I'm up against a hard fight and I don't want to deceive myself,—that's all. I am not repining in the least, and you will discover that I am not afraid of the fight."
Conway's face brightened again.
"Now, you make me feel better," he said, "but, seriously, don't you think you will get away with the trick?"
"Yes, I do. It's going to be mighty close, but I think I'll win."
"When is the meeting?"
"It has been called for three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."