“I know it’s perty late for me to be comin’,” began Chick apologetically; “but I got somethin’ to tell you, an’ it wouldn’t keep over night.”
“About the election, I suppose?” inquired Hal.
“Yes. Sergeant Barry says he’s goin’ to win out to-morrow with seven votes to spare. He told that to the bunch up to the armory to-night.”
“He must be mistaken, Chick. I’ve figured it out, and according to my figures I’ll have a majority of three.”
“You countin’ on Stone an’ Hooper?”
“Yes; they’re friends of mine.”
“Well, they’re no good. They’re for Barry. I heard Fred Stone say so himself.”
“If that’s so I’ll get left. But I’ve done everything that it’s possible for any decent fellow to do to get elected, and I’ll have no regrets on that score.”
It was at this juncture that Miss Sarah Halpert entered into the conversation. She had been sitting with other members of the family in an adjoining room, the connecting door of which was wide open, and evidently she had heard Hal’s remark, for now she came bustling into the library and stood facing the two boys.