"Then this man Cowperwood employs all of ten thousand men at present, and any ward boss that's favorable to him can send a man out of work to him and he'll find a place for him.

That's a gre-a-eat help in building up a party following.

Then there's the money a man like Cowperwood and others can contribute at election time.

Say what you will, Mr.Hand, but it's the two, and five, and ten dollar bills paid out at the last moment over the saloon bars and at the polling-places that do the work.
Give me enough money"-- and at this noble thought Mr.Gilgan straightened up and slapped one fist lightly in the other, adjusting at the same time his half-burned cigar so that it should not burn his hand--"and I can carry every ward in Chicago, bar none.

If I have money enough," he repeated, emphasizing the last two words.