Peter listened much, and learned much, for the talk was very straight and plain.

He had chats with Costell and Green.

His two fellow-delegates from "de sixt" sought him and discussed intentions.
He liked Schlurger, a simple, guileless German, who wanted only to do what his constituents wished him to do, both in convention and Assembly.
Of Kennedy he was not so sure.

Kennedy had sneered a little at Peter's talk about the "best man," and about "helping the ward," and had only found that Peter's ideas had value after he had been visited by various of the saloon-keepers, seen the vast torchlight meeting, and heard the cheers at Peter's arguments.

Still, Peter was by no means sure that Kennedy was not a square man, and concluded he was right in not condemning him, when, passing through one of the cars, he overheard the following: "What kind of man is that Stirling, who's raised such -- -- in the sixth ?" "I don't know him, but Kennedy told me, before he'd swung round, that he was a darned good sort of a cuss." This was flattery, Peter understood, however questionable the form might seem, and he was pleased.