"I'd like to see the fella that would try to bribe E. Eliot," Doolittle chuckled. "Wouldn't be enough of him left to put in a teacup."
"Then we've got to ignore her."
"We can ignore her, all right, George; but the women an' some of the voters ain't ignoring her. It's my idea she's got a last card up her sleeve to play the day before we go to the polls that'll fix us."
"Have you any plan in your mind?"
Doolittle scratched his head, wrestling with thought.
"We was thinking that if she could be called away suddenly, and detained till after election—" he began meaningly.
"You mean——"
"Something like that."
"I won't have it, not if I lose the election. I won't stoop to kidnapping a woman like a highwayman. What do you take me for, Doolittle?" "Georgie, politics ain't no kid-glove bizness. It ain't what you want; you're jest a small part of this affair. You're our candidate, and we got to win this here election. Do you get me?"
He shot out his underjaw, and there was no sign of his usual good humor.