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."

"You think that--"

She nodded. "I think Monsieur Barouche has some cards he hasn't played
yet. What they are I don't know, but he's confident. Tell me, Carnac,
is there any card that would defeat you? Have you committed any crime
against the law--no, I'm sure you haven't, but I want to hear you say