They resolved to wait until the last returns were in.
"Telephone, sir," said Tom Gates.
Kenneth picked up the receiver.
"Here's Dupree," he said.

"Our majority over Hopkins is two hundred and eleven.

Let's see, that's a gain of seventy-four votes, my dears." "Hooray!" cried Patsy, delightedly.

"I don't care a rap now, what happens.

Old Hopkins won't have much to crow over if--" "Wait a minute," said Kenneth.