"And what kind have you here in New Ireland? Easy to get along with?" asked Tim, after the discovery of the quarries, the settling of the town, and the last explosion had been intelligently discussed.
"To get along with? The finest, easiest ever--of course if a man don't cross them."
"I wonder do you think I'll cross them?"
"And what would your business be that you'd be crossing 'em?" the landlord asked.
"I'm the Republican campaign speaker that's selected to address them to-night."
"Oh-h! Well, d'y'know, when I didn't see a sample case with you I had my suspicions; but when you said--or did you say your name was Riley?"
"I did. And it is. R-i-l-e-y--Riley, Timothy J. And there's any number of Republicans with names as good."
"I dare say, but not in New Ireland--nor likely to be whi
