Whimple found the secretary and press agent of the People's Party busily engaged in the back of his store preparing reports of the nomination meeting for the newspapers.
"What's this I hear about a fight in Mid-Toronto, Tommy?" he asked.
"Meaning that the news has been gently broken to you by one William Adolphus Turnpike?"
"Yes."
"Well, put your money on Jimmy Duggan, coal and woodyard man, defender of the rights of the common people, candidate of the People's Party, the valiant David that's going to knock the stuffing out of the false Goliar——"
"Isn't it Goliath?" suggested Whimple, mildly.
"Well, maybe you're right, but, any way, there'll be an awful explosion in Mid-Toronto on August tenth, duly fixed by royal proclamation as the day on which the manhood of this fair province——"
"Oh, drop it, Tommy——"
"If the gentleman has any questions to ask I'll be pleased to answer them at the close of my address," Tommy went on. "I was about to say this fair province of Toronto, rising in their might, will go to the polls, well knowing that under the freedom and liberty which is theirs by right of the grand old flag——"
"Tommy, shut up!"