He left the table at length, lit a cigar, and came over to where I stood, leaning against the wall.
"What does it mean, Alf?
If those figures don't lie, the Ninth Ward has swung as vigorously for us as it ever did against us.

With an even vote in the ward the chances were about even.

Now, unless I'm dreaming, we own the district." "We do." "But how is it?
What does it all mean ?" "I suppose it means that Gunderson is with you." "But how can that be ?" "Were you at Mrs.Gorson's party ?" "No." "Jean was there, though." "Yes." "So was Mrs.Gunderson." The man's face was a study worth the scrutiny.

For a moment or two he uttered no word.

The whole measurement of it was dawning on him.