Bodley has resigned." "Who's the man, Mr.Slugby ?" asked Jim, as if to bring matters to a point.
"Mr.Abel Newt has been mentioned," replied the gentleman with the diamond ring, which he had slipped into his waistcoat pocket before the interview.
Jim cocked his eye at his glass, which was nearly empty.
"Here! another cocktail," cried Mr.Slugby to the bar-tender.
"Son of old Newt that bust t'other day ?" "The same." "Well, I s'pose it's all right," said Jim, as he began his second tumbler.
"Oh yes; he's all right.

He understands things, and he's coming down rather strong.

By-the-by, I've never paid you that ten dollars." And Mr.Slugby pulled out a bill of that amount and handed it to Jim, who received it as if he were pleased, but did not precisely recall any such amount as owing to him.
"I suppose the boys will be thirsty," said Mr.Enos Slugby.
"There never's nothin' to make a man thirsty ekal to a 'lection," answered Jim, with his huge features grinning.
"Well, the fellows work well, and deserve it.

Here, you needn't go out of your district, you know, and this will be enough." He handed more money to his companion.

"Have 'em up in time, and don't let them get high until after the election of delegates.