Have you got my plan ?" The taciturn one nodded.
"Here is a one-hundred-dollar bill," observed Senator Hanway, "for your night's work.

Four more wait for you when Mr.Frost is declared the caucus nominee." Saturday afternoon; and the caucus met behind locked doors.

It was a mighty struggle; now and then some waifword reached the outside world of what Titan deeds were being done.

There were speeches, and roll calls; men lost their heads and then their reputations.

The sixteen threatened of the Anaconda Airline, with the fear of political death upon them, voted for Mr.Frost.Messrs.