Old Cuthbert Mayne, the Republican candidate, who had been certain of success but for the accident of Potts, chewed his unlighted cigar viciously, and from the corner of his trap-like mouth spoke evil of Potts in a voice that was terrifying for its hoarseness.

His own letter, among the others, told of Potts as one who sprang to arms at his country's call and was now richly deserving of political preferment.

This had seemed to heighten the inflammation of his utterances.

Daily he consulted with Solon, warning him that the town looked to the _Argus_ to avert this calamity of Potts.
But Solon, if he had formed any plan for relief, refused to communicate it.

Mayne and the rest of us were compelled to take what hope we could from his confident if secretive bearing.
Meantime the _Banner_ was not reticent about "J.