had done, what he was going to do. The newspapers, the clippings
Josh sent him, had kept him informed of the young Minnesotan's
steady, rapid rise in politics; and whenever he recalled the
absurd boasting that had made him feel Craig would never come to
anything, he assumed it was a weakness of youth and inexperience
which had, no doubt, been conquered. But, no; here was the same
old, conceited Josh, as crudely and vulgarly self-confident as
when he was twenty-five and just starting at the law in a country
town. Yet Arkwright could not but admit there had been more than a
grain of truth in Craig's former self-laudations, that there was
in victories won a certain excuse for his confidence about the
future. This young man, not much beyond thirty, with a personality
so positive and so rough that he made enemies right and left,
rousing the envy of men to fear that here was an ambition which
must be downed or it would become a tyranny over them--this young
man, by skill at politics and by sympathetic power with people in
the mass, had already compelled a President who didn't like him to
appoint him to the chief post under an Attorney-General who
detested him.

"How are you getting on with the Attorney-General?" asked
Arkwright, as they set out in his electric brougham.

"He's getting on with me much better," replied Craig, "now that he
has learned not to trifle with me."

"Stillwater is said to be a pretty big man," said Arkwright
warningly.

"The bigger the man, the easier to frighten," replied Josh