“Well, what do you think?” he asked.
“You may be right,” Bruce slowly admitted.
“There’s no doubt of it,” the old politician pleasantly assured him.
“And of course I’m much obliged. But I’m afraid I disagree with you.”
“Eh?” said Blind Charlie, with the least trace of alarm.
Bruce’s face tightened, and the flat of his hand came down upon his desk.
“When you start a fight, the way to win is to keep on fighting. And that’s what I’m going to do.”
Blind Charlie started forward in his chair.
“See here,” he began, authoritatively. But in an instant his voice softened. “You’ll be making a big mistake if you do that. Better trust to my older head in this. I want to win as much as you do, you know.”