“How?”
“Vote for Sergeant ’Cormack to-morrow.”
Fred Lewis looked questioningly into the eyes of his visitor and for a moment he did not speak. Finally he said:
“Chick, that’s a poser. You know I work in the Barriscale, don’t you?”
“I know it.”
“And I’m looking for promotion there.”
“I s’pose so.”
“And Ben is counting on my vote.”
“Most likely.”
“Then, what can you expect?”