"No; and we've learned something by all this," Thorne went on; "we're beginning to find out that the people worship honesty above all things.—Oh, yes, I'm honest," he continued hastily; "I understand that. But you—your honesty is the real thing—and the people know it, too."
Turning to her friends, Shirley muttered satirically:—
"Honest!"
Now McGrath, as usual, had followed close on the footsteps of Mixley; and standing in the door, he yelled:—
"Three cheers for Senator Murgatroyd!"
And Mixley and Thorne,—born and bred to political meetings,—gave them with a will; while Shirley and the Challoners sat in the corner in deep silence.
Murgatroyd looked at his men in surprise.
"Where have you been all this time?" he queried.
"Outside," they answered sheepishly, "waiting for the news."
Murgatroyd strode down upon them and thundered out:—