"I do not."
"You'll allow that I do?"
"You seem to, if that's what you call this sort of business that has been going on here to-day."
"Bub, look at the thing from my standpoint for just one moment. I'll consider it from yours, too—you needn't worry. I want you to be something in this world besides a lumber-jack. You've got the right stuff in you. I tried argument with you. You'll have to own up that I did. It didn't work—now, did it?"
"I told you I didn't want to get into politics. I don't want to get in.
I don't like the company."
"Politics is all right, Harlan, when the right men are in. You are the kind the people are calling for these days. You're clean, straight, open-minded, and—"
"Clean and straight! And the people are calling for me!" The young man broke in wrathfully. "You say that to me after the sort of a caucus you sprung to-day? If that's what you consider a call from the people, I don't want to be called that way."
"It was a call, but it had to be shaded by politics a little," returned the Duke, serenely.
"If a good man is going into politics, he can go in square."
"Sometimes. But not when the opposition is out to do him with every dirty trick that's laid down in the back of the political almanac."