“I know him!” stated Farr.
Citizen Drew's air betrayed a bit of a showman's disappointment.
“I never saw him before—never heard of him. But I mean I know him now after your description—know his nature, his thoughts. You have a fine touch in your size-ups, Citizen Drew.”
“I've studied 'em all.”
“What has he done in politics?”
“Never a thing. He is one of the kind I was complaining about. Too high-minded.”
“But, ho, how a man like that would swim if he were once thrown in!” declared Farr.
“He never even tended out on a caucus.”
“I know the style when I see it,” pursued Farr. He did not look at Citizen Drew. He was talking as much to himself as to his companion. “Spirit of a crusader harnessed by every-day habit! Righteousness in a rut! Achievement timed to the tick of the clock. But, once in, how he would swim!”
“Think how our affairs would swing along with a man like that at the head of the state!”