It is only fair to state that Fitts confined his observations to a very small coterie of friends, chief among whom was the subject himself.
"You are the smartest politician I've ever encountered, and that's saying a good deal," he remarked one evening as he sat smoking with a half dozen companions in front of one of the completed huts.

They were ranged in a row, like so many birds, their tired backs against the "facade" of the cabin, their legs stretched out in front of them.
"You're too deep for me.

I don't see just what your game is, A.A.

If there was a chance to graft, I'd say that was it, but you could graft here for centuries and have nothing to show for it but fresh air.
Even if you were to run for the office of king, or sultan or shah, you wouldn't get anything but votes,--and you'd get about all of 'em, I'll say that for you.

To a man, the women would vote for you,--especially if you were to run for sultan.