``You don't talk like a man who expected to be elected,'' said
Jane.

``Oh--I'm worrying about myself--not about the election,'' said
Hull, lapsing into sullen silence. And certainly he had no
reason to worry about the election. He had the Citizen's
Alliance and the Democratic nominations. And, as a further aid
to him, Dick Kelly had given the Republican nomination to Alfred
Sawyer, about the most unpopular manufacturer in that region.
Sawyer, a shrewd money maker, was an ass in other ways, was
strongly seized of the itch for public office. Kelly, seeking
the man who would be the weakest, combined business with good
politics; he forced Sawyer to pay fifty thousand dollars into the
``campaign fund'' in a lump sum, and was counting confidently
upon ``milking'' him for another fifty thousand in installments
during the campaign. Thus, in the natural order of things, Davy
could safely assume that he would be the next mayor of Remsen
City by a gratifyingly large majority. The last vote of the
Workingmen's League had been made fifteen hundred. Though it
should quadruple its strength at the coming election --which was
most improbable--it would still be a badly beaten second.
Politically, Davy was at ease.

Jane waited ten minutes, then asked abruptly:

``What's become of Selma Gordon?''

``Did you see this week's New Day?''

``Is it out? I've seen no one, and haven't been down town.''