“Yes, Major, they’ve got us tied up some—­but they forgot to gag us,” answered David with a smile.  “Your editorial in the Gray Picket, calling on me to run for criminal court judge, has been copied in every paper in the state and some of the large northern sheets.  I am willing to make the try, Major.  I’ve practised down there more than you’d think and it’s rotten from the cellar steps to the lightning-rod.  Big black buck is sent up for rioting down at Hein’s Bucket of Blood dive—­stand aside and forget about it—­while some poor old kink is sent out to the pen for running into a flock of sleepy hens in the dark, ‘unbenkownst’ entirely.  I defended six poor pick-ups last week myself, and I guess Taylor saw my blood was on the boil at the way he’s running things.  I’m ready to take a hand with him, but it will take some pretty busy doing around to beat the booze gang.  Am I the man—­do you feel sure?”

As David questioned the major his jaw squared itself determinedly.  There was a rather forceful sort of man appearing under the nonchalant David whom his friends had known for years.  A wild pride stirred in Phoebe to such an extent that she caught her breath while she waited for the major’s reply.

“Yes, David,” answered the major as he looked up at him with his keen old eagle eyes, “I think you are.  You’ve had everything this nation can give you in the way of fighting blood from Cowpens to Bull Run, and when you speak in a body legislative your voice can be but an echo of the men who sired you, statesmen, most of them; so it is to you and your class we must look for clean government.  It is your arraignment of the mayor and the judge on the hay-market question that has made every decent organization in the city look to you to begin the fight for a clean-up reorganization.  They have all rallied to your support.  Show your colors, boy, and, God willing, we will smash this machine to the last cog and get on a basis of honest government.”

“Then here goes the hottest fight Davie knows how to put to them!  And it’s going to be an honest one.  I’ll go before the people of this city and promise them to enforce law and order, but I’ll not buy a vote of a man of them.  That I mean, and I hereby hand it out to you two representatives of the press.  From now on ‘not a dollar spent’ is the word and I’m back of it to make it go.”  As he spoke, Kildare turned to Phoebe and looked at her as man to man with nothing in his voice but the cool note of determination.  It was a cold dash for Phoebe but the reaction brought hot pride to her eyes.

“Yes, David,” she answered, “you can and you will.”

The determination in her voice matched that in his, and her eyes met his with a glance in which lay a new expression—­not the old tolerant affection nor the guarded defense, but one with a quality of comradeship that steadied every nerve in his body.  Some men get the like from some women—­but not often.