"About eight volumes," said Wash. "Eight green-backed pieces of literature!"
"The robber!"
"Why, that's corruption."
"Gentlemen," said Cheyenne, rapping for order, "the question is, does he get the literature? Ayes or noes."
"I protest," interrupted Hickey. "Remember, gents, this is a campaign for clean politics. We will not buy votes, no! we will only encourage local enterprises. The Green is trying to fit themselves out for the baseball season. I suggest contributing toward a catcher's mit and a mask, and letting it go at that."
On the announcement of a unanimous vote, the Honourable Wash Simmons departed to encourage local enterprises.
"And now, fellows," said Hickey, "we come to the serious proposition—the real business of the meeting. We have got to treat with Crazy Opdyke."
"Never!"
"Macnooder must sacrifice himself," said Hickey. "Am I right, Cheyenne?"
"You are," said Cheyenne. "The campaign has reached a serious stage. The Upper, the Kennedy, the Griswold, the Davis, are already Fed; the Rouse will go next. Even if we get the Green, we're lost if the Cleve goes against us, and Crazy is just holding out to make terms."