It is not much use addressing a mute and wooden idol, no matter how physically prepossessing.
The counting went on slowly, relentlessly, and the bundles of fifty on each side grew in bulk, and Paul's side bulked larger than Silas Finn's.
At last Wilson could stand it no longer.

He left the group with which he was talking, and came to Paul.

"We're far ahead already," he cried excitedly.

"I told you last night would do the trick." "Last night," said Paul, rising and stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, "my opponent's supporters passed a vote of confidence in him in a scene of tumultuous enthusiasm." "Quite so," replied Wilson.

"A crowd is generous and easily swayed.