“Been to the doctor?”
“No, sir. I don't think it's that bad.”
“You'd better go. You never know how bad a sprain is.”
“Right, sir,” said Hal. Then, as the superintendent was passing, “Do you think, Mr. Cartwright, that MacDougall stands any chance of being elected?”
“I don't know,” replied the other, surprised. “I hope not. You aren't going to vote for him, are you?”
“Oh, no. I'm a Republican—born that way. But I wondered if you'd heard any MacDougall talk.”
“Well, I'm hardly the one that would hear it. You take an interest in politics?”
“Yes, sir—in a way. In fact, that's how I came to get this wrist.”
“How's that? In a fight?”
“No, sir; but you see, Mr. Stone wanted me to feel out sentiment in the camp, and he told me I'd better sprain my wrist and lay off.”