impresses us in the portraits of such men as Daniel Webster and
others of the old jurists. The manner of the man was easy, good-
natured, perhaps a little facetious, but these qualities were
worn rather as garments than exhibited as characteristics. He could
afford them, not because he had fewer difficulties to overcome or
battles to fight than another, but because his strength was so
sufficient to them that mere battles or difficulties could not
affect the deliberateness of his humor. You felt his superiority
even when he was most comradely with you. This man Thorpe was to
meet under other conditions, wherein the steel hand would more
plainly clink the metal.

He was now seated in a worn office chair before a littered desk. In
the close air hung the smell of stale cigars and the clear fragrance
of pine.

"What is it, Dennis?" he asked the first of the men.

"I've been out," replied the lumberman. "Have you got anything for
me, Mr. Daly?"

The mill-owner laughed.

"I guess so. Report to Shearer. Did you vote for the right man,
Denny?"

The lumberman grinned sheepishly. "I don't know, sir. I didn't get
that far."

"Better let it alone. I suppose you and Bill want to come back,