“Well, accidents have happened,” said Alf. “Some fellow may forget to show up, or be sick, or break a leg, or something on Wednesday.”
“Jake will see that none of those things happen to his voters. If any fellow breaks his leg I’ll bet it will be one of mine.”
“One of your legs?”
“Voters, you idiot.”
“What time does the election come off?” asked Tom, laying aside his book.
“Three to three-fifteen on Wednesday, Tom.”
“Polls close promptly at three-fifteen, do they?”
“I suppose so,” said Dan.
“You want to insist that they shall,” said Alf. “Unless, of course, one of your voters is late.”
“Who are some of the fellows promised to Hiltz?” continued Tom, looking dreamily out of the window. Dan ran over a dozen of them and Tom nodded now and then.