They were at any rate fighting their battle as best they knew how to fight it.

But the great body of the colliers listened to Phineas, and every collier was now a voter.

Then Mr.Ruddles, who had many eyes, began to perceive that the old game was to be played.
"There'll be money going to-morrow after all," he whispered to Finn the evening before the election.
"I suppose you expected that." "I wasn't sure.

They began by thinking they could do without it.

They don't want to sacrifice the borough." "Nor do I, Mr.Ruddles." "But they'll sooner do that than lose the seat.