Ten Thousand a-Year.

Volume 3.

by Samuel Warren.

CHAPTER I.

There had not been a contested election at Yatton, till the present one between Mr. Delamere and Mr. t.i.tmouse, for a long series of years; its two members having been, till then, owing to the smallness of the const.i.tuency, their comparative unanimity of political sentiment, and the dominant influence of the Yatton family, returned, pretty nearly, as a matter of course. When, therefore, quiet little Yatton (for such it was, albeit politically enlarged by the new Act) became the scene of so sudden and hot a contest as that which I am going to describe, and under such novel and exciting circ.u.mstances, it seemed in a manner quite beside itself. The walls were everywhere covered with glaring placards--red, blue, green, yellow, white, purple--judiciously designed to stimulate the electors into a calm and intelligent exercise of their important functions. Here are the inscriptions upon a few of them:--

"VOTE for t.i.tMOUSE, the MAN of the PEOPLE!"

"t.i.tMOUSE and CIVIL and RELIGIOUS LIBERTY!"

"t.i.tMOUSE and CHEAP ALE!"

"t.i.tMOUSE and PURITY of ELECTION!"

"t.i.tMOUSE and NEGRO EMANc.i.p.aTION!"

"VOTE for t.i.tMOUSE and NO MISTAKE!"

"t.i.tMOUSE and QUARTERLY PARLIAMENTS, VOTE BY BALLOT, and UNIVERSAL SUFFRAGE!"

['Twas thus that the name of my little friend, like that of many others of his species, was attached to great public questions, somewhat after the manner of a kettle tied to a dog's tail!]

But others were to be met with of a more elaborate and impressive character.

"Electors of Yatton!! Be not deceived!!! The enemy is among you!

Do you wish to reap the full fruits of the glorious boon lately conferred on you? Rush to the poll, and VOTE for t.i.tMOUSE. Do you wish to see them torn from your grasp by a selfish and arrogant aristocracy? _Get a pair of handcuffs_, and go and vote for--MR.

DELAMERE!!!!

"QUaeRE. If a _certain Boroughmongering Peer_ should command his son to vote for the REPEAL of the Great Bill which enfranchised the inhabitants of Grilston, Succombe, and Warkleigh--would not that son obey him? _How would this be_, MR. DELAMERE?"

'Twas not, to give the devil his due, Mr. t.i.tmouse's fault that his placards did not contain many vulgar personalities against his opponent; but owing entirely to Mr. Gammon's want of the requisite wit and spirit.

That gentleman felt, in fact, that such a candidate as Mr. Delamere afforded but few salient points of attack, in respect either of his person, his position in society, or his conduct. He also, by the way, had his placards:--

"VOTE for DELAMERE!"

"DELAMERE and INDEPENDENCE!"

"VOTE for DELAMERE the FARMER'S FRIEND!"

"DELAMERE and the CONSt.i.tUTION IN CHURCH AND STATE!"

Both the candidates established their headquarters at Grilston; Mr.

Delamere at the "_Hare and Hounds_" Inn, Mr. t.i.tmouse at the "_Woodlouse_." Over the bow-window of the former streamed a n.o.ble blue banner, with an emblazonment of the Bible and Crown, and the words, "CHURCH, KING, and CONSt.i.tUTION--OLD ENGLAND FOREVER!" Over the latter hung an immense yellow banner, with three stars, thus:--

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PEACE! RETRENCHMENT!!

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REFORM!!!

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(being the, "Three Polar Stars" spoken of in Mr. t.i.tmouse's Address,) and the words--"PEACE! RETRENCHMENT!! REFORM!!!" in immense gilt letters. The walls and windows of each were, moreover, covered with varicolored placards--but I shall not weary the reader by attempting to describe in detail the humors of a country election, which have employed, already, thousands of able and graphic pens and pencils.

Surely, what else are they than the sticks and straws which float along the eddying and roughened surface? The whole ma.s.s of water is moving along; and our object should be rather to discover its depth, force, and direction. Principles are in conflict; the fate of the nation is, in a measure, involved in a popular election. Such matters as I have alluded to, are but the laughable devices resorted to, in order to delude the grinning vulgar, and disguise the movements of those calm and calculating persons who are playing the deep game of politics. Under cover of a ludicrous hubbub, might be observed, for instance, in this little borough--subject to certain petty local disturbing forces--a deadly struggle for ascendency between the monarchical and the democratical principle; between rampant innovation and obstinate immobility; between the wealthy few and the many poor; between property and ability. If anything like this _were_ the case, how many of the electors--new or old--of Yatton--(who may perhaps be compared to chessmen in the hands of long-headed players)--knew any more about the matter than a private soldier at Waterloo thought of, comprehended, or appreciated, the complicated and mighty schemes of a Wellington or Napoleon, whose bidding he was doing, or of the prodigious consequences attached to the success or failure of either? Some people talk vehemently about the "paramount necessity for educating the lower cla.s.ses." It is, indeed, of incalculable importance that they should be instructed; but is it not of still greater importance that the UPPER CLa.s.sES should be instructed, if only on account of their being the holders of that PROPERTY, in greater or less proportions, with its inseparable power and influence, which, directly or indirectly, determines all the movements of the state? Could universal suffrage be supposed to exist consistently with the preservation of social order--of society--it would still be impossible to extirpate or effectually to counteract the influence of property, in whose hands soever it might be placed. Pluck out of the vilest of the bellowing bullies surrounding the hustings, him (of course a non-elector) most conspicuous for his insolence and brutality; imagine him suddenly or gradually become the owner of a great, or a small property, with the influence it gives him over customers, tenants, dependents: do you suppose that he will not at once, either gently or roughly, according to his temper, begin to exercise his power, (that which is so dear to the heart of man,) by dictating the exercise of the elective franchise on behalf of those political opinions which he may happen to favor? Is not THIS the man to instruct, and the better in proportion to the extent of his real influence? Except in those brief and horrid intervals of social convulsion, in which [Greek: dika kai panta palin strepetai], however popularized and extended may apparently be the system of electing parliamentary representatives, those who really return members to Parliament will--whether themselves actually electors or not, and whether directly or indirectly--be the holders of property, in villages, in towns, in cities, in boroughs and counties. The influence of property is, in truth, inevitable as that of gravitation: and losing sight of this, people may split their heads in vain, and chatter till the arrival of the Greek kalends, about extending farther and farther the elective franchise, shortening Parliaments, and voting by ballot. Whether it _ought_ to be so, signifies little, when we know that it is, and _will_ be so:--but now it is time to return to the Yatton election; and if I be but this once forgiven, I will not diverge again in a hurry from the main course of events.

Lord De la Zouch, who resided some eight or ten miles from Yatton, soon discovered, as also did sundry other able and experienced electioneering friends, taking an interest in his son's success, that the movements of the enemy were directed by a strong and skilful hand; and which never could be that of--_Mr. t.i.tmouse_. However slight and faint may be the hopes of success with which a man enters into an interesting and important undertaking, they very soon begin to increase and brighten with eager action; and it was so with Lord De la Zouch. He was not long in tracing the powerful, but cautiously concealed agency of our friend Mr. Gammon. One or two such dangerous and artful snares were detected by the watchful and practised eyes of his Lordship and his friends, just in time to prevent Delamere from being seriously compromised, as satisfied them that good Mr. Parkinson, with all his bustle, energy, and heartiness, was dreadfully overmatched by his astute opponent, Mr.

Gammon; and that in the hands of Mr. Parkinson, the contest would become, so far as Delamere was concerned, a painful and ridiculous farce. A council of war, therefore, was called at Fotheringham Castle; the result of which was an express being sent off to London, to bring down immediately a first-rate electioneering agent--MR. CRAFTY--and place in his hands the entire management of Mr. Delamere's cause. Mr.

Crafty was between forty and forty-five years old. His figure, of middle height, was very spare. He was always dressed in a plain suit of black, with white neckerchief, and no shirt-collar; yet no one that knew the world could mistake him for a dissenting minister!--He was very calm and phlegmatic in his manner and movements--there was not a particle of pa.s.sion or feeling in his composition. He was a mere _thinking machine_, in exquisite order. He was of marvellous few words. His face was thin and angular. His chin and temples formed an isosceles triangle; his chin being very peaked, and his forehead broad. His hair was dark, and cut almost as close as that of a foot-soldier--and this it was which helped to give his countenance that expression, both quaint and unaffected, which, once observed, was not likely to be soon forgotten. His eye was blue, and intensely cold and bright--his complexion fresh; he had no whiskers; there was a touch of sarcasm about the corners of his mouth.

Everything about him bespoke a man cold, cautious, acute, matter-of-fact. "_Business_" was written all over his face. He had devoted himself to electioneering tactics; and he might be said to have reduced them, indeed, to a science. No one could say whether he was of Whig or Tory politics; my impression is, that he cared not a straw for either.--This, then, was the man who was to be pitted against Gammon: and these two gentlemen may perhaps be looked upon as the real _players_, whose _backers_ were--Delamere and t.i.tmouse.

Mr. Crafty soon made his appearance at Yatton; and seemed, in a manner, to have dropped into Mr. Delamere's committee-room from the clouds. His presence did not appear _quite_ unexpected; yet no one seemed to know why, whence, or at whose instance he had come. He never went near Fotheringham, nor ever mentioned the name of its n.o.ble owner, who (between ourselves) contemplated the accession of Crafty with feelings of calm exultation and confidence. Mr. Delamere's "_committee_" was instantly disbanded, and no new one named. In fact, _there was to be none at all_; and Mr. t.i.tmouse's friends were, for a while, led to believe that the enemy were already beginning to beat a retreat. A quiet banker at Grilston, and a hard-headed land-surveyor and agent of the same place, were alone apparently taken into Mr. Crafty's confidence.

Mr. Parkinson, even, was sent to the right about; and his rising pique and anger were suddenly quelled by the steadfast and significant look with which Mr. Crafty observed, in dismissing him--"_It won't do_."

Adjoining, and opening into the large room in which, till Mr. Crafty's arrival, Mr. Delamere's committee had been sitting, was a very small one; and in it Mr. Crafty established his headquarters. He came, accompanied--though no one for a while knew it--by three of his familiars; right trusty persons, in sooth! One of them always sat on a chair, at the outside of the door leading into Mr. Crafty's room, over which he kept guard as a sentinel. The other two disposed themselves according to orders. Mr. Gammon soon _felt_ the presence of his secret and formidable opponent, in the total change--the quiet system--that became all of a sudden apparent in the enemy's tactics: his watchful eye and quick perception detected, here and there, the faint vanishing traces of a sly and stealthy foot--the evidences of experienced skill; and one morning early he caught a glimpse of Mr. Crafty, (with whose name and fame he was familiar,) and returned home with a grave consciousness that the contest had become one exceedingly serious; that--so to speak--he must instantly spread out every st.i.tch of canvas to overtake the enemy. In short, he made up his mind for mischief, as soon as he gave Lord De la Zouch credit for being _resolved to win_; and felt the necessity for acting with equal caution and decision. During that day he obtained an advance from a neighboring banker of two thousand pounds, on the security of a deposit of a portion of the t.i.tle-deeds of the Yatton property. He had, indeed, occasion for great resources, personal as well as pecuniary; for instance--he had reason to believe that the enemy had already penetrated to his stronghold, the QUAINT CLUB at Grilston, (for that was the name of the club into which the one hundred and nine new voters at Grilston had formed themselves.) Though Gammon had agreed, after much negotiation, to buy them at the very liberal sum of ten pounds a-head, he had reason, shortly after the arrival of Mr. Crafty, to believe that they had been tampered with; for, as he was late one evening moodily walking up to the Hall, he overtook, in the park, a man whose person he did not at first recognize in the darkness, but whose fearfully significant motions soon insured him recognition. It was, in fact, the man who had hitherto treated with him on behalf of the Quaint Club; one Benjamin Bran, (commonly called _Ben Bran_,) a squat, bow-legged baker of Grilston. He uttered not a word, nor did Mr. Gammon; but, on being recognized, simply held up to that gentleman his two outstretched hands, _twice_, with a significant and inquiring look. Gammon gazed at him for a moment with fury; and muttering--"to-morrow--here--same hour!" hurried on to the Hall in a state of the utmost perplexity and alarm. The dilemma in which he felt himself, kept him awake half the night! When once, indeed, you come to _this sort of work_, you are apt to give your opponent credit for deeper manuvring than you can at the time fully appreciate; and the fate of the battle may soon be rendered really doubtful. Then, everything--inclusive of serious consequences, extending far beyond the mere result of the election--depends upon the skill, temper, and experience of the real and responsible directors of the election. Was Ben Bran's appearance a move on the part of Crafty? Had that gentleman bought him over and converted him into a spy--was he now playing the traitor? Or was the purse of t.i.tmouse to be _bona fide_ measured against that of Lord De la Zouch? _That would be dreadful!_ Gammon felt (to compare him for a moment to an animal with which he had some kindred qualities) much like a cat on a very high wall, topped with broken gla.s.s, afraid to stir in any direction, and yet unable to continue where he was. While the two candidates, attended by their sounding bands, and civil and smiling friends, were making their public demonstrations and canva.s.sing the electors, as if thereby they exercised the slightest possible influence over one single voter on either side; as I have already intimated, the battle was being fought by two calm and crafty heads, in two snug and quiet little rooms in Grilston--one at the Hare and Hounds, the other at the Woodlouse Inn; of course, I mean Mr.

Crafty, and Mr. Gammon. The former within a very few hours saw that the issue of the struggle lay with the Quaint Club; and from one of his trusty emissaries--a man whom no one ever saw in communication with him, who was a mere stranger in Grilston, indifferent as to the result of the election, but delighting in its frolics; who was peculiarly apt to get sooner drunk than any one he drank with--Mr. Crafty ascertained, that though the enlightened members of the Quaint Club had certainly formed a predilection for the principles of Mr. t.i.tmouse, yet they possessed a candor which disposed them to hear all that might be advanced in favor of the principles of his opponent.

Mr. Crafty's first step was to ascertain what had been already done or attempted on behalf of Mr. Delamere, and also of Mr. t.i.tmouse; then the exact number of the voters, whom he carefully cla.s.sified. He found that there were exactly four hundred who might be expected to poll; the new electors amounting in number to one hundred and sixty, the old ones to two hundred and forty, and princ.i.p.ally scot-and-lot voters. In due time he ascertained, that of the former cla.s.s only _thirty-six_ could be relied upon for Mr. Delamere. The tenants of the Yatton property within the borough amounted to one hundred and fifteen. They had been canva.s.sed by Mr. Delamere and his friends with great delicacy; and twenty-three of them had voluntarily pledged themselves to vote for him, and risk all consequences; intimating that they hated and despised their new landlord as much as they had loved their old one, whose principles they understood to be those of Mr. Delamere. Then there remained a cla.s.s of "_accessibles_," (to adopt the significant language of Mr. Crafty,) in number one hundred and twenty-five. These were persons princ.i.p.ally resident in and near Yatton, subject undoubtedly to strong and direct influence on the part of Mr. t.i.tmouse, but still not absolutely at his command. Of these no fewer than seventy had pledged themselves in favor of Mr. Delamere; and, in short, thus stood Mr. Crafty's calculations as to the probable force on both sides:--

DELAMERE. t.i.tMOUSE.

New Voters 36 New Voters-- Yatton Tenants 23 _Quaint Club_ 109 Accessibles 70 Others 21 --- --- 130 129 Tenants 92 Accessibles 35 --- 257

Now, of the cla.s.s of _accessibles_, twenty remained yet unpledged, and open to conviction; and, moreover, both parties had good ground for believing that they would _all_ be convinced _one way_--_i. e._ towards either Mr. t.i.tmouse or Mr. Delamere. Now, if the Quaint Club could be in any way detached from Mr. t.i.tmouse, it would leave him with a majority of _seventeen_, only, over Mr. Delamere; and then, if by any means the twenty accessibles could be secured for Mr. Delamere, he would be placed in a majority of three over his opponent. Whichever way _they_ went, however, it was plain that the Quaint Club held the election in their own hands, and intended to keep it so. Gammon's calculations differed but slightly from those of Crafty; and thenceforth both directed their best energies towards the same point, the Quaint Club--going on all the while with undiminished vigor and a.s.siduity with their canva.s.s, as the best mode of diverting attention from their important movements, and satisfying the public that the only weapons with which the fight was to be won were--bows, smiles, civil speeches, placards, squibs, banners, and bands of music. Mr. Crafty had received a splendid sum for his services from Lord De la Zouch; but on the first distinct and peremptory intimation from his Lordship, being conveyed to him through Mr.

Delamere, that there was to be, _bona fide_, no bribery--and that the only funds placed at his disposal were those sufficient for the _legitimate_ expenses of the election--he smiled rather bitterly, and sent off a secret express to Fotheringham, to ascertain _for what_ his services had been engaged--since what was the use of going to Waterloo _without powder_?--The answer he received was laconic enough, and verbatim as follows:--

"No intimidation; no treating; no bribery; _manuvre_ as skilfully as you can; _and watch the enemy night and day_, so that the close of the poll may not be the close of the election, nor the victor there, the sitting member."

To the novel, arduous, and cheerless duty, defined by this despatch from headquarters, Mr. Crafty immediately addressed all his energies; and, after carefully reconnoitring his position, unpromising as it was, he did not _despair_ of success. All his own voters had been gained, upon the whole, fairly. The thirty-six new ones had been undoubtedly under considerable _influence_, of an almost inevitable kind indeed--inasmuch as they consisted of persons princ.i.p.ally employed in the way of business by Lord De la Zouch, and by many of his friends and neighbors, all of whom were of his Lordship's way of political thinking. Every one of the twenty-three tenants had given a spontaneous and cordial promise; and the seventy "accessibles" had been gained, after a very earnest and persevering canva.s.s, by Mr. Delamere, in company with others who had a pretty decisive, but still a legitimate influence over them. The remaining twenty might, possibly, though not probably, be secured by equally un.o.bjectionable means. That being the state of things with Delamere, how stood matters with Mr. t.i.tmouse? First and foremost, the Quaint Club had been bought at ten pounds a-head, by Gammon--that was all certain. Crafty would also have bought them like a flock of sheep, had he been allowed, and would have managed matters most effectually and secretly; yet not more so than he found Mr. Gammon had succeeded in doing; at all events, as far as that gentleman himself, personally, was concerned. In fact, he had foiled Mr. Crafty, when that astute person looked about in search of legal evidence of what had been done. Still, however, he did not despair of being able to perform a series manuvres which should secure one of the ends he most wished, in respect even of the Quaint Club. With equal good intentions, but actuated by a _zeal that was not according to knowledge_, some of Mr.

Gammon's coadjutors had not imitated his circ.u.mspection. Quite unknown to him, one or two of them had most fearfully committed him, themselves, and Mr. t.i.tmouse; giving Mr. Gammon such accounts of their doings as should serve only to secure his applause for their tact and success.

Before Mr. Crafty, however, they stood detected as blundering novices in the art of electioneering. A small tinker and brazier at Warkleigh had received, with a wink, ten pounds from _a member of Mr. t.i.tmouse's committee!_ in payment of an old outstanding account--Heaven save the mark!--delivered in by him, three years before, for mending pots, kettles, and sauce-pans, in the time of--the Aubreys! The wife of a tailor at Grilston received the same sum for a fine tomcat, which was a natural curiosity, since it could wink each eye separately and successively. A third worthy and independent voter was reminded that he had lent the applicant for his vote ten pounds several years before, and which that gentleman now took shame to himself, as he paid the amount, for having so long allowed to remain unpaid. Mr. Barnabas Bloodsuck, with superior astuteness, gave three pounds a-piece to three little boys, sons of a voter, whose workshop overlooked Messrs. Bloodsucks'

back offices, on condition that they would desist from their trick of standing and putting their thumbs to their noses and extending their fingers towards him, as he sat in his office, and which had really become an insupportable nuisance. Here was, therefore, a _valuable consideration_ for the payment, and bribery was out of the question!

Such are samples of the ingenious devices which had been resorted to, in order to secure some thirty or forty votes! In short, Mr. Crafty caught them tripping in at least eleven clear, unquestionable cases of bribery, each supported by unimpeachable evidence, and each sufficing to avoid the election, to disqualify Mr. t.i.tmouse from sitting in that Parliament for Yatton, and to subject both him and his agents to a ruinous amount of penalties. Then, again, there were clear indications either of a disposition to set at defiance the stringent provisions of the law against TREATING, or of an ignorance of their existence. And as for _freedom_ of election, scarcely ten of his tenants gave him a willing vote, or otherwise than upon compulsion, and after threats of raised rents or expulsion from farms. Tied as were Mr. Crafty's hands, the Quaint Club became a perfect eyesore to him. He found means, however, to open a secret and confidential communication with them, and resolved to hold out to them dazzling but indistinct hopes of pecuniary advantage from the regions of Fotheringham. His emissary soon got hold of the redoubtable Ben Bran, who, truth to say, had long been on the look-out for indications of the desired sort, from the other side. As Bran was late one evening walking slowly alone along the high-road leading to York, he was accosted by a genteel-looking person, who spoke in a low tone, and whom Bran now recollected to have seen, or spoken to, before.

"Can you tell me where lies the gold mine?" said the stranger; "at Fotheringham, or Yatton?"--and the speaker looked round, apprehensive of being overheard. Ben p.r.i.c.ked up his ears, and soon got into conversation with the mysterious stranger; in the course of which the latter threw out, in a very significant manner, that "a certain peer could never be supposed to send a certain near relative into the field, in order that that relative might be beaten, ... and especially for want of a few pounds; and besides, my friend, when only ...--eh?--...--_the other side_"----

"Why, who are you? Where do you come from?" inquired Ben, with a violent start.

"Dropped out of the--_moon_," was the quiet and smiling answer.

"Then I must say they know a precious deal," replied Ben, after a troubled pause, "up there, of what's going on down here."

"To be sure, everything; everything!"... Here the stranger told Ben the precise sum which the club had received from Mr. Gammon.

"Are we both--gentlemen?" inquired the stranger, earnestly.

"Y--e--e--s, I hope so, sir," replied Ben Bran, hesitatingly.

"And men of business--men of our word?"

"Honor among thieves--ay, ay," answered Ben, in a still lower tone, and very eagerly.

"Then let you and me meet _alone_, this time to-morrow, at Darkling Edge; and by that time, do you see, turn this over in your mind," here the stranger twice held up both his hands, with outstretched thumbs and fingers. "_Sure_ we understand each other?" he added. Ben nodded, and they were presently out of sight of each other. The stranger immediately pulled off his green spectacles, and also a pair of gray whiskers, and put both of them into his pocket. If any one attempted to _dog_ him, he must have been led a pretty round! 'Twas in consequence of this interview that Ben made the application to Gammon, which had so disturbed him, and which has been already described. And to return to our friend: what was he to do? On entering the library at the Hall, he opened a secret drawer in his desk, and took out a thin slip of paper which he had deposited there that morning, it having been then received by him from town, marked "_Private and Confidential_," and franked "BLOSSOM and BOX." 'Twas but a line, and written in a bold hand, but in evident haste; for it had in fact been penned by Lord Blossom and Box while he was sitting in the Court of Chancery. This is a copy of it:--

"The election _must_ be won. You will hear from E---- by this post.

Don't address any note to _me_.

"B. and B."

With this great man, Lord Chancellor Blossom and Box, when plain Mr.

Quicksilver, Mr. Gammon had had a pretty familiar acquaintance, as the reader may easily suppose; and had a natural desire to acquit himself creditably in the eyes of so distinguished and powerful a personage.

Gammon had volunteered an a.s.surance to his Lordship, shortly before leaving town, that the election was safe, and in his (Gammon's) hands; guess, then, his chagrin and fury at finding the systematic and determined opposition which had suddenly sprung up against him; and the intensity of his desire to defeat it. And the more anxious he was on this score, the more vividly he perceived the necessity of acting with a caution which should insure real ultimate success, instead of a mere noisy and temporary triumph, which should be afterwards converted into most galling, disgraceful, and public defeat. The more that Gammon reflected on the sudden but determined manner in which Lord De la Zouch had entered into the contest, the more confident he became that his Lordship had an important ultimate object to secure; and that he had at command immense means of every description, Gammon but too well knew, in common with all the world. Was, for instance, Mr. Crafty brought down, at an enormous expense, for nothing? What the deuce were the Quaint Club about? Was ever anything so monstrous heard of--ten pounds a man actually received--the bargain finally struck--and now their original demand suddenly and peremptorily doubled? Venal miscreants! Were his opponents really outbidding him, or laying a deep plan for entrapping him into an act of wholesale bribery? In short, were the Quaint Club now actuated by avarice, or by treachery? Again and again did he go over his list of promises; having marked the _favorable_, _hostile_, _neutral_, _doubtful_, from a table as accurately compiled and cla.s.sified as that of Mr. Crafty. Like his wily and practised opponent, also, Gammon intrusted his princ.i.p.al movements to scarce a soul of those who were engaged with him; fearing, indeed, though _then_ with no definite grounds, that Messrs. Mudflint, Woodlouse, Centipede, Bloodsuck, and Going Gone, were already too deep in the secrets of the election.