I took a seat, unasked, and waited.

It was five minutes before he turned his head.
Then he muttered a "good-morning," for we had met before.
I tried to be companionable and easy.

I returned his salutation, somewhat too effusively, it may be, and asked him about his business, and then wanted to know, in a general way, how be stood on the Congressional issue.

He hardened in a moment.
"I don't know why I should support Harlson," he said.
"Isn't he honest ?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so," he grunted; "but he's not my kind." "Is the other man ?" I asked.
Even the burly animal before me flushed.

The other man was but a tricky politician of the creeping sort, a caterer to all prejudices, and a flatterer and favorer.