"Ay-ah," the Emperor answered.
"He's been a property-holder in this county for five years, every summer of which I have spent on his land. I feel at home in the woods, and I cast my first vote at Tifton."
Strong listened thoughtfully.
"I want to do what I can to save the wilderness," young Master went on.
"R-right!" said the Emperor.
"If I were in the Legislature, I believe I could accomplish something. Anyhow, I am going to make a fight for the vacant seat in the Assembly."
Strong surveyed him from head to foot.
"I wish you would do what you can for me in Pitkin."
"Uh-huh!" Strong answered, in a gentle tone, without opening his lips. It was a way he had of expressing uncertainty leaning towards affirmation. He liked the young man; there was, indeed, something grateful to him in the look and voice of a gentleman.
"You'll never be ashamed of me—I'll see to that," said Master.