The Honorable Ike isn't smart enough to be crooked; he's the bellowing Falstaff of the Hoosier Democracy.

I wonder who the laugh's on just now; he's shaking like a jelly fish over something." "Oh, I know him! He and father are great chums; he was at the house for dinner last night." "What!" Harwood was unfeignedly surprised at this.

The editor of the "Fraser County Democrat" had probably never dined at the Bassetts' in his own town, or at least Dan assumed as much; and since he had gained an insight into Bassett's affairs he was aware that the physical property of the "Fraser County Democrat" was mortgaged to Morton Bassett for quite all it was worth.

It was hardly possible that Thatcher was cultivating Pettit's acquaintance for sheer joy of his society.

As the ponderous editor lumbered across the lobby to where they sat, Dan and Allen rose to receive his noisily cordial salutations.