“I admit you may be right,” said Bruce doggedly. “But I’m going to fight right straight ahead.”
“Come, now, listen to reason.”
“I’ve heard your reasons. And I’m going right on with the fight.”
Blind Charlie’s face grew grim, but his voice was still gentle and insinuating.
“Oh, you are, are you? And give no attention to my advice?”
“I’m sorry, but that’s the way I see it.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s the way I don’t see it.”
“I know; but I guess I’m running this campaign,” retorted Bruce a little hotly.
“And I guess the party chairman has some say-so, too.”
“I told you, when I accepted, that I would take the nomination without strings, or I wouldn’t take it at all. And you agreed.”