He told them that he had nothing to say about those things. "I am counted with the Democrats, anyhow; I haven't any influence."
They patted him on the shoulder, and winked slyly. "Oh, we know all about that! But every word helps, you know."
Going out at the close of the session, he met Cargill.
"Well, legislator, how goes it?"
"Oh, I don't know; smoothly, I guess. I've kept pretty quiet."
"That's right. The Republicans have everything in their hands this session."
"Hello, Cargill!" called a smooth, jovial voice.
"Ah, Barney! Talcott, this is an excellent opportunity. This is Barney, the great railway lobbyist. Barney, here is a new victim for you—Talcott, of Rock."
"Glad to see you, Mr. Talcott."
Bradley shook hands with moderate enthusiasm, looking into Barney's face with great interest. The lobbyist was large and portly and smiling. His moustache drooped over his mouth, and his chin had a jolly-looking hollow in it. His hazel eyes, once frank and honest, were a little clouded with drink.