We'll never have a president, at this rate.' "He winked.

'Won't, hey ?' he says.

'Sure you've counted right?
I make it thirty-one.' "'I don't see how,' says I, puzzled.

'Nobody's left outside the club but Jotham himself, and he--' "'That's all right,' he interrupts, winkin' again.

'You be on hand next Tuesday night.