Again Mixley called:—
"Let's see the extra!"
McGrath tossed it over to him. Across its face, in huge letters, appeared the single significant word:
"DEADLOCK"
"Oh, but it's Murgatroyd that gives them the fight!" exclaimed Mixley, with enthusiasm.
McGrath smiled.
"Sure," he answered. "He's holdin' 'em, but that's all he's doin'. But what of that? He's got nothin' to hold 'em on. Why, everybody knows that he hasn't any money. It's my opinion," declared McGrath, "that the job goes to Thorne!"
Mixley read the first page of the Morning Mail with care. After a while he read:—
"I guess you're right. Thorne will be the next Senator, all right. Hang the luck!"
"How can it be helped?" reasoned McGrath. "Look at them brewers putting up maybe a quarter of a million to help Thorne out! I say, what do you think the votes of the 'wise' assemblymen were quoted at—on the market last night?"