Barney Bill hung back. "No, sonny; no."
"It's not the first time we've driven together. Get in. I want you."
So Barney Bill allowed himself to be thrust into the luxurious car, and Paul followed. And perhaps for the first time in the history of great elections the successful candidate drove away from the place where the poll was declared in dead silence, attended only by the humblest of his constituents. But every man in the throng bared his head.
CHAPTER XXI
"HE had the stroke in the night," said Barney Bill suddenly.
Paul turned sharply on him. "Why wasn't I told?"
"Could you have cured him?"
"Of course not."
"Could you have done him any good?"