“Youse saved a damn sight more’n your reputation,” observed Murphy, as they turned away to give their attention to Levitsky.
In the meantime McQuirk had hurried out into the entry to see the person who had sent in the card. It was he with whom he had had the conversation in the Precinct Club a few hours before.
“Well,” said the gentleman, “what do ye know? Did McGlory do the right thing?”
“Yes, and almost put them in the ditch. But they’ve got their second wind, now, and I don’t like the looks of things.”
“No?” The politician looked questioningly at McQuirk, and then added: “They’ve fixed upon a new man? Who is it?”
“Young John Kerrigan.”
“Humph! He’s well liked, too, isn’t he?”
“He’s about the last man I’d want them to push forward.”
The other reflected a moment, then said:
“You can win, though, can’t you?”