“Oh, you'll have plenty of chances,” she answered, and was gone.
The young men looked at each other somewhat blankly; and then down at Jethro, who did not seem to know that they were there, and then they made their way toward the desk. But Isaac D. Worthington and his friends had disappeared.
A few minutes later the distinguished-looking senator with whom Jethro had been in conversation before supper entered the hotel. He seemed preoccupied, and heedless of the salutations he received; but when he caught sight of Jethro he crossed the corridor rapidly and sat down beside him. Jethro did not move. The corridor was deserted now, save for the two.
“Bass,” began the senator, “what's the row up in your state?”
“H-haven't heard of any row,” said Jethro.
“What did you come to Washington for?” demanded the senator, somewhat sharply.
“Er—vacation,” said Jethro, “vacation—to show my gal, Cynthy, the capital.”
“Now see here, Bass,” said the senator, “I don't forget what happened in '70. I don't object to wading through a swarm of bees to get a little honey for a friend, but I think I'm entitled to know why he wants it.”
“G-got the honey?” asked Jethro.
The senator took off his hat and wiped his brow, and then he stole a look at Jethro, with apparently barren results.