The Ramrodders - A Novel by Holman (Holman Francis) Day
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you sure! No, sir! You can't afford to smash a man that way."
"Then we'll ram him through the convention, reformers or no reformers!" "You haven't got your crowd." "Thelismer, you're right! I wouldn't have admitted it yesterday, but after seeing how they came roaring up against you, I'm scared. I'm going to pull Everett out of the fight and set up another man--one of the young and liberal fellows. I'll do it within twenty-four hours!" The Duke replaced his clippings and shoved the big wallet into his pocket. "Sudden remedies are sometimes good in extreme cases, Luke," he drawled, "but administering knockout drops to a sick party is not to be recommended." The chairman's patience left him then. "What kind of a trick is this, standing up here at the eleventh hour and putting the knife into your party?" he demanded, wrathfully. "I had a dog once, Luke, that was snapping at flies in general as he was lying on the porch here, and he snapped at a brown hackle fly that was hitched onto a fish-line. And he ran off down the road with a hook in his mouth and sixty yards of line and a pole following him. You'd better spit out that last fly, Luke. Now will you take a little advice from me, on the condition that I'll follow up that advice with some practical help?" |
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