The most unmoved member of the company was the blackoubtable Tom himself,who, stretched upon the slippery purple leather lounge, hoarse as a frogfrom much addressing of obdurate electors, was endeavoring to sing"Just Before the Battle, Mother," hitting the tune only in the mostinconspicuous places!

The Secretary, with the list inside his arm, went over the names:

"Jim Stewart--Jim's solid; he doesn't want Reciprocity, because he sentto the States once for a washing-machine for his wife, and smuggled itthrough from St. Vincent, and when he got it here his wife wouldn't useit!

"Abe Collins--Abe's not right and never will be--he saw Sir Wilfridonce--

"Harold Thomas Green--say, how about Jack? Surely we can corral Jack.He's working for you, Milt, isn't he?" addressing one of thescrutineers.