"What did you tell me I lied for?" asks a very tough politician.
"I didn't tell you you lied."
"I lie, do I?"
Several toughs seize the infuriated politician and hold him while the resident escapes.
These wards will be carried for Corkey. In twice as many other precincts the situation is precisely the same, except that Harpwood and Lockwin, the recognized rivals, have the polls.
At three o'clock the wagons begin to unload, vote and reload. A place is made at the head of the line for these "passengers."
The "passenger" sailors vote at all of Corkey's precincts. They start for the other wards.
Now we may see the man Lockwin as commandant. He has the police and the touching committees. He is voting his own "passengers" by the thousands.
The sailors arrive in wagons.
"You can't unload here!" says Lockwin.