"You'll know presently." "If you don't let us out, we'll yell till a master comes." "Will you ?--we're used to yelling here.

Yell away; it'll do you good." To the credit of the two "voters" they did their best, and made such a hideous uproar that Ashby began to grow uneasy, and was immensely relieved when presently he heard outside a sound as of coals being carelessly carried up the staircase.

Some one was evidently coming up with a good load.
Ashby was prudent enough not to open the door till an irregular double kick and a breathless cry of "Balbus, look sharp," apprised him that another of the electioneering agents had returned.

He then cautiously opened the door, and in tumbled D'Arcy, gasping, yet triumphant, under the weight of three fractious youngsters.
"Bully for us," said he, surveying the harvest.

"Five for our side.
Jolly well done of you, kid--you're a stunner.