“To what extent?”
“Enough to live. I don’t want to see The Guardian mess up in a fight that’s none of our fight and get done up so bad that we can’t help win the fight that is our fight. Let England lick Germany. Our business is to play the game here at home and lick the corporation crowd for legislative control of the State. Don’t you think it’s going to be a cinch, either, just because we’ve elected Mart Embree Governor!”
“Expediency is a queer text for you, Andy.”
“I’m all for expediency as against idiocy.”
“What about butting into the Wade riot?”
“That was for a friend. War, right there under my nose. This other thing is four thousand miles away. And I hope it stays there!”
“Andy,” propounded his chief, “what do you really think of the Governor?”
“‘Smiling Mart’?”
“Is that an answer?”
“Ay-ah. I always wonder about one thing. If you brushed that smile off quick, what ’d be under it?”