Mr.Gilgan was a good politician.

He loved to scheme and plot and make deals--as much for the fun of it as anything else.
Just now he drew a solemn face, which, however, concealed a very light heart.
"I have heard," went on Hand, "that you have built up a strong organization in your ward and district." "I've managed to hold me own," suggested Gilgan, archly.

"But this winning all over Chicago," he went on, after a moment, "now, that's a pretty large order.

There are thirty-one wards in Chicago this election, and all but eight of them are nominally Democratic.

I know most of the men that are in them now, and some of them are pretty shrewd men, too.