Yer must mix among 'em--mix and licker--thet's the idee." "Good advice," said Clayley; "but if you could only take the shine out of that fellow at fencing, the thing's done at once.

By Jove! I think you might do it, Haller!" "I have made up my mind to try, at all events." "Not until the last day--a few hours before the election." "You are right.

It would be better to wait; I shall take your advice.
In the meantime let us follow that of Lincoln--`mix and licker'." "Ha! ha!" laughed Clayley; "let us come, boys," he added, turning to a very thirsty-looking group, "let's all take a `smile'.

Here, _Captain_ Haller! allow me to introduce you;" and the next moment I was introduced to a crowd of very seedy-looking gentlemen, and the moment after we were clinking glasses, and chatting as familiarly as if we had been friends of forty years' standing.
-- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- During the next three days the enrolment continued, and the canvass was kept up with energy.

The election was to take place on the evening of the fourth.
Meanwhile my dislike for my rival had been strengthened by closer observation; and, as is general in such cases, the feeling was reciprocal.
On the afternoon of the day in question we stood before each other, foil in hand, both of us nerved by an intense, though as yet _unspoken_, enmity.