“Thank you, Farley,” said Briggs, in a low voice.
“Well, matters came to a head last night at the club when we talked over your renomination. To be perfectly frank, a good many of our men thought Williams was going to get the nomination, and, if he had got it, we were going to make him our candidate, too.”
Douglas Briggs laughed. “You are frank, Farley. So, now that I have the nomination, you’re all at sea. Is that the idea?”
“We can’t stand the opposition candidate!” said De Witt.
Saunders shook his head. “No; Bruce is too much for our stomachs. He’s out of the question altogether.”
“So we’ll have to choose between endorsing you or putting up a candidate of our own,” Farley went on. “In fact, that is what most of the men want to do.”
“You want to help to elect Bruce, you mean?” said Briggs, pleasantly.
“That’s what it would amount to,” De Witt acknowledged.
Briggs hesitated. “Gentlemen, you are placing me in a very delicate position,” he said at last. “What can I do?”
“You can give my friends here some assurances, Congressman,” said Farley.