“Who are the two besides Brewster?” Arthur asked.
“Hammel and Lowd.”
Arthur shook his head. “Hammel may be all right; I don’t know much about him; but Caspar Lowd is a particular friend of Hiltz.”
“He isn’t now,” said Gerald, looking up from his book. “They had some sort of a row last spring.”
“That so? Well, if you can get those two, Vinton, you’ll be short only one vote; and that may just come by accident; or some fellow may change his mind before election.”
“I guess that’s the only hope,” said Dan. “Do you know Brewster?”
“Only to speak to.”
“That’s about the limit of my acquaintance. But I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m going to get his home address from the office and write to him this evening.”
“That’s a good scheme. And I wouldn’t wait too long, for Jake may think of the same thing. As the motto says, ‘Do it now!’”
“I will.” Dan laid his book down, pulled himself out of his chair and reached for his cap. “Want to walk over that way? I’ll be back in a minute, chum.”