"All right; Lockwin shall go."
"I'll give it out that I've gone to Duluth for the newspaper. But I've no use for newspapers no more. It's collector or Congress, sure. Don't attempt no smart plays. Tell that to the jam-jorum at Washington. If they want me to take down my contest and cover up the hole you ballot-box-stuffers is in here at home, let 'em fix me."
"All right."
"It's all right if Lockwin meets me at Owen Sound. I've got the papes to send a lot of you duffers to the pen if you don't come to time."
Corkey therefore sails for Duluth. It increases his standing with the sailors to make these trips late in the year.
Lockwin is to go to Washington. It is evident, say his friends, that he is greatly exhausted with the efforts of the campaign. Dr. Tarpion has hinted that Lockwin is not the ambitious man that he has seemed to be. Dr. Tarpion has hinted that it was only through strong personal influence that Lockwin has been held faithful to the heavy party duty that now lies upon him.
Dr. Tarpion has hinted that Lockwin did not want the office if it did not belong to him.
But Lockwin has had brain fever for nearly a month. What could you expect of a man who made so many speeches at so many wigwams?
"Besides," says the political boss, "he had sickness in his family."
"Some one died, didn't they?" asks a rounder where these reports are bandied.