If he could tell others that Kendall was going for their men, it would induce many to join their party.

The "favorite," though he was an honest, noble-hearted fellow, was still human, and a berth in the after cabin was a strong temptation to him.
"I'm not going to say I'll vote for a fellow till I know who he is," added Kendall.

"If he's the right person, perhaps I'll go for him, though I wanted to see Carnes captain." "Carnes can't be elected, I tell you.

We are going against him." "Whom are you going for, then ?" "For Bob Shuffles," replied Wilton, desperately, for he did not wish to mention his candidate till he had won the assent of his companion.
"Shuffles!" exclaimed Kendall, with something like horror mingled with his astonishment; "I shall not go for him, anyhow." "Why not ?" "I don't think he is the right person for the place." "I do; he's a first-rate fellow--none of your milk and water chaps, that swallow camels and strain at gnats." Kendall had some decided objections to Shuffles, and he positively refused to vote for him, even to obtain the coveted position in the after cabin.

Wilton argued the matter with much skill and cunning; but his logic and his eloquence were both wasted.
"Well, if you won't go for Shuffles, you must be content with your place in the steerage," added Wilton.
"I won't go for him, any how," said Kendall, firmly.
"You are making a mistake." "I don't think so.