Ned. (shaking his hand). Good lad!
O'Cal. It's destroyed I am with joy, and me after thinking he wasn't going to stand at all. You'll be elected surely, and we the nearer by another step to that great glittering dawn that's coming to bring peace and happiness to——
Jones. Don't gabble, Denis. We've to work to organize for victory. I'm going to the Club to beat up recruits.
Ned. We're all coming, Karl. We're not going into this with our hands in our pockets.
Peter (making for his cap). Yes.
Ned (stopping him). Not you, Peter. You've earned a rest to-night. You begin to-morrow.
Peter. Rest! I shan't rest till after the election.
Jones. You've to keep your strength for the street corners. We'll do the donkey work. Clerking's all some of us are fit for. (Glancing at O'Callagan.) You can draft your election address if you want something to do.
Ned. You'll want every ounce of strength. Ramsden's done us a good turn by resigning in the summer time. They can have every hall in the town and welcome. But open-air speaking night after night—well, look to your lungs. We'll watch the rest.
Peter. I'm in your hands.