Bruce seized the Express the old man held out to him. Up in one corner were the words “Election Extra,” and across the top of the page ran the great headline:
“BRUCE TICKET SWEEPS CITY”
Bruce looked slowly up, stupefied, and steadied himself with a hand against the door.
“Is—is that true?”
“For my part,” declared Old Hosie, the quaver in his voice growing more prominent, “I don’t believe more’n half I see in that dirty sheet!”
“Then—it’s true?”
“Don’t you hear them wild Indians yelling for Mayor Bruce?”
Bruce was too dazed to speak for a moment.
“Tell me—how did it happen?”
“Oh, read your old rag and see!”