"I did mention it, certainly; but he had told me in the beginning that he would not vote for you; he would jump overboard first. I suggested the names, then, by way of jest, and he snapped at the idea as a codfish at a clam."
"I see," laughed Scott. "I couldn't give him any comfort, and declined to vote for the ticket. I won't vote for any fellow that goes around electioneering for himself."
"My sentiment exactly," replied Sheridan. "But we ought to agree on some fellows to vote for."
"I go for Lincoln, for one."
"I'm with you!" exclaimed the lieutenant. "I am sure that he has not asked anybody to vote for him. Now, we want another real good fellow, from the steerage. Who shall it be?"
"I don't know; we have so many good fellows it is hard to fix upon any one. I will look them over and let you know."
"But do you know whom Cantwell will select?" asked Sheridan.
"I don't. I'm not in the way of seeing much of him since he went into the captain's cabin. He don't go on shore at all now, and I suppose he has been studying rigging, and making knots and splices, all day with Peaks."
"Perhaps he will select himself," suggested Sheridan.
"If he does I will never vote for him again for anything. But he won't do it."