“Of course there isn’t! It’s only a matter of courtesy to vote for your opponent, and you certainly don’t owe any courtesy to Jake Hiltz.”
“I’ll think about it; and I’ll ask Alf and Tom what they think.”
“All right. If only we could get Hammel to change his mind; or Simms.”
“I don’t want Simms’s vote,” said Dan.
“Oh, shucks, a vote’s a vote, isn’t it? Besides, you haven’t anything against Simms, have you?”
“No, but I know pretty well that he doesn’t like me, and so I don’t want him to vote for me.”
“Personal likes and dislikes,” quoth Arthur oracularly, “shouldn’t enter into politics.”
“But I fancy they do a good deal,” laughed Dan. “What time do the elections come off?”
“Three to three-fifteen in Oxford F. And we’ve got to do some hustling that day and see that our constituents get to the polls. Gee, if a couple of Jake’s henchmen failed to show up in time to vote it would help a lot, wouldn’t it? But they won’t; Jake will be right after them. And so must we be. I wonder if we ought to provide carriages for our voters.”
“We might get Gerald to loan us his father’s automobile,” laughed Dan. “It’s down there at Sound View not doing a thing.”