"Yes. There's no use going into details with you, Mr. Baxter. You know the sort Foley is as well as I do. He bullies the union. That's nothing to you. But he's not on the square with the bosses. That is. As you said awhile ago, the interests of the bosses and the union are the same. It's to the interest of both to get rid of Foley. That's so, ain't it?"
Mr. Baxter's face was inscrutable. "You're going to turn him out then?"
"We're going to try to."
"And what will be your policy then?—if you don't mind my asking it."
"To run things on the square."
"A praiseworthy purpose. Of course you'll put in a square man as delegate then."
"I'm going to run myself."
Tom thought he saw a significant look pass across Mr. Baxter's face. "Not because I'm anxious for his job," he hastened to explain. "But somebody's got to run against him."
Mr. Baxter nodded slightly. "I see. Not a very popular risk." His keen eyes never wavered from Tom's face. "How do you propose to defeat Foley? But don't tell me anything you don't want to."
Tom outlined his plans for organizing the better element against Foley.