"That's his way. He's always bluffing.
He does it to make believe the game's his, and to destroy my confidence.
He's a man of mark, but he's having the biggest fight he ever had--of
that I'm sure. . . . Do you think I'll win?" he asked Junia presently
with a laugh, as they made their way down the river. "Have I conquest in
my eye?"
How seldom did Junia have Carnac to herself in these days! How kind of
Fabian to lend his yacht for the purpose of canvassing! But Sibyl had in
her mind a deeper thing--she had become a match-maker. She and Fabian,
when the boat left the shore, went to one corner of the stern, leaving
Carnac and Junia in the bow.
Three miles below the city was the Island on which many voters were
working in a saw-mill and lumberyard. It had supporters of Barouche
chiefly in the yards and mills. Carnac had never visited it, and it was
Junia's view that he should ingratiate himself with the workers, a
rough-and-ready lot. They were ready to "burst a meeting" or bludgeon a
candidate on occasion.
When Carnac asked his question Junia smiled up at him. "Yes, I think
you'll win, Carnac. You have the tide with you." Presently she added:
"I'm not sure that you've got all the cards, though--I don't know why,
but I have that fear.
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