“Av course.”
“Whom does he favor?”
“Catlin.”
“Well, Dennis, you’ve made me a delegate, but I’ve got to vote my own way.”
“Shure, sir, Oi’d not have yez do any thin’ else. It’s yezself knows better than me. Oi was only tellin’ yez what the Justice—”
A knock at the door interrupted him. It proved to be Gallagher, who greeted them both in a hearty, friendly way. Peter brought another chair from his bedroom.
“Well, Mr. Stirling, that was a fine contest we had last night,” said his honor.
“It seemed to be earnest,” said Peter.
“It’s just as well our friend here sprang your nomination on us as a surprise, for if we had known, we should not have put up an opposition candidate. You are just the sort of a man we want to represent us in the convention.”
“I have never met my colleagues,” said Peter. “What kind of men are they?”