"What do you think of that?" Tom demanded. "Now, what do you think of it?"
"I think," said Austen, "that he'll scare the life out of the Northeastern before he gets through with them."
"What!" exclaimed Tom, incredulously. He had always been willing to accept Austen's judgment on men and affairs, but this was pretty stiff. "What makes you think so?"
"Well, people don't know Mr. Crewe, for one thing. And they are beginning to have a glimmer of light upon the Railroad."
"Do you mean to say he has a chance for the nomination?"
"I don't know. It depends upon how much the voters find out about him before the convention."
"You could have been governor," he complained reproachfully, "by raising your hand. You've got more ability than any man in the State, and you sit here gazin' at that mountain and lettin' a darned fool millionaire walk in ahead of you."
Austen rose and crossed over to Mr. Gaylord's chair, and, his hands still in his pockets, looked down thoughtfully into that gentleman's square and rugged face.