His fat nose glistened for a moment, while his mouth twisted into a smile, and he answered, "They're only for Belch as far as Belch is for them--" "Or as far as Belch makes them think he is," answered Abel, smiling.
The General smiled too, for he found the game going against him.
"We were speaking of your speech," said he.

"Now, Newt, the thing's in your own hands.

You've a future before you.

With the drill of the party, and with your talents, you ought to do any thing." "Too many rivals," said Abel, curtly.
"My dear fellow, what are the odds?
They can't do any thing outside the party, or without the drill.

Make it their interest not to be ambitious, and they're quiet enough.