Finally he shook himself.
"I believe Dennis is right," he said aloud.

"There are more 'real' things than 'convictions' in New York politics, and a 'real' thing is much harder to decide about in voting than a 'conviction.'" He went to his bedroom, packed his bag, and took his way to the station.
There he found a dense crowd of delegates and "well-wishers," both surrounding and filling the special train which was to carry New York's contribution to the collected party wisdom, about to concentrate at Saratoga.
Peter felt like a stranger in the crowd, but on mingling in it he quickly found himself a marked man.

He was seized upon by one of the diners of the evening before, and soon found himself forming part of a group, which constantly changed its components, but continued to talk convention affairs steadily.

Nor did the starting of the train, with cheers, brass bands, flags, and other enthusing elements, make more than a temporary break.

From the time the special started, till it rolled into Saratoga, six hours later, there was one long series of political debates and confabs.