The swiftest horses could not get him there, and these were not the days of motor-cars.

Yet it was plain Barouche meant to stick to it, and he promptly said: "You haven't the right time, beetle.

The poll closes only when the train leaves, and your watch doesn't show that, so don't put on airs yet." "I'll put on airs if I've won, m'sieu'," Denzil answered quietly, for he saw people in the tram were trying to hear.
Barouche had been recognized, and a murmur of cheering began, followed by a hum of disapproval, for Barouche had lost many friends since Carnac had come into the fray.

A few folk tried to engage Barouche in talk, but he responded casually; yet he smiled the smile which had done so much for him in public life, and the distance lessened to the station.

The tram did not go quite to the station, and as it stopped, the two men hurried to the doors.