Let it split, then, or any party like it, if that is what must hold it together! I will not stay in this work, Mr.Calhoun, and hear you vilified.

Platforms!" "Platforms!" echoed my chief.

His white hand dropped on the table as he still sat looking at me.

"But he will get you some time, Nicholas!" he smiled.

"Jim Polk will not forget." "Let him come at me as he likes!" I fumed.
At last, seeing me so wrought up, Mr.Calhoun rose, and, smiling, shook me heartily by the hand.
"Of course, this had to come one time or another," said he.