He walked on air, and he spoke and acted like one who had the
key of the situation in his fingers, and the button of decision at his
will. It was folly electioneering on the day of the poll, and yet he saw
a few labour leaders and moved them to greater work for him. One of these
told him that at the Grier big-mill was one man working to defeat him by
personal attacks. It had something to do with a so-called secret
marriage, and it would be good to get hold of the man, Roudin, as soon as
possible.
A secret marriage! So the thing had, after all, been bruited and
used-what was the source of the information? Who was responsible? He must
go to the mill at once, and he started for it. On the way he met Luke
Tarboe.
"There's trouble down at the mill," Tarboe said. "A fellow called Roudin
has been spreading a story that you're married and repudiate your wife.
It'd be good to fight it now before it gets going. There's no truth in
it, of course," he added with an opposite look in his eye, for he
remembered the letter Carnac received one day in the office and his own
conclusion then.
"It's a lie, and I'll go and see Roudin at once. . . . You've been a good
friend to me in the fight, Tarboe, and I'd like a talk when it's all
over.
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