"And you want me to help you?" roared Broderick.
"Yes, of course," persisted Murgatroyd.
Once more Broderick laughed immoderately.
"You'll be the death of me," he said, sinking into his chair.
"You laugh too soon," remarked Murgatroyd.
"Is there more comin'?" questioned Broderick, with a howl. "You know the valvular workin's of my heart ain't over strong. You're crazy, man!" he added; "the whole organisation is against you!"
"The whole organisation," repeated Murgatroyd, "except you."
"You blamed idiot!" roared Broderick. "The organisation's against you because I am."
"I've got to be the next Senator," persisted Murgatroyd; "and you've got to put me there."
"I can't put you there."