When the sailors unload at the next precinct of the Fourth ward the
emissaries who have arrived with notice of Corkey's surrender--these
great hearts lead the fight. A saloon-keeper rushes out with a
bung-starter and hits a sailor on the head. An alderman bites off a
sailor's ear. An athletic sailor fells the first six foes who advance
upon him. A shot is fired. The long line at the polls dissolves as if
by magic. The judges of election disappear out the back door.

There is nothing for the unoccupied alderman to do but to place 400
Lockwin ballots in the box.

The Lockwin ballot contains the name of delegates who are sworn for all
time to the alderman.

The police finally arrest all the fighting sailors and hurry them to
the station.

The attempt of Corkey to carry any wards or precincts outside of the
First and Second is futile. It passes the practicable. In theory it
was good.

Twelve wagon-loads of fighting sailors ought to be able to vote
anywhere.

A Napoleon would have massed his forces and conquered precincts.

But Napoleon himself sometimes displayed the white feather.

And that is the only way in which Corkey resembles Napoleon.