"A mischief-making paper--devilish.

I presume Penhallow takes it to see what the other side has to say.

Very wise, sir, that." Rivers, unwilling to announce his friend's political opinions, said, smiling, "I must leave Mr.Penhallow to account for that wicked journal." Grey sat up with something like the alert look of a suddenly awakened terrier on his thin face.

"I presume the captain (he spoke of him usually as the captain) must be able to control a good many votes in the village and at the iron-works." "I rather fancy," said Rivers, "that he has taken no active part in the coming election." "Unnecessary, perhaps.

It is, I suppose, like my own county.