True, Blount did
not forget his father's warm commendation of Gordon in that earliest
political talk on the Quaretaro Canyon road, but that was before the
lines had been drawn and the gage of battle thrown down by the allied
forces of the machine and the railroad. Now, with the battle drawing to
its close, Blount thought that nothing could be more certain than the
fact that his father and his father's organization were joining hands
with the railroad oligarchy to slaughter Gordon at the polls.
Putting aside the wonder that Gordon should be accepting Mrs. Honoria's
hospitality, Blount fell to contrasting the strong, large-featured face
of the Mission Hills ranchman with that of Reynolds, the opposition
candidate. Though he was himself on the corporation campaigning staff,
Blount could not help admitting that the comparison was not favorable to
Reynolds. His first impression of the round-faced, portly gentleman who
was standing firmly upon what he was pleased to call a platform of law
and order--a man who was Gordon's opposite in every feature and
characteristic--had been unfavorable. He had been saying to himself,
since, that Reynolds's face, in spite of its heavy jaw and prominent
eyes, was the face of a time-server.
Another point of difference between the two men counted for much.
Reynolds wanted the office, and was spending money liberally to get it,
while Gordon had accepted the nomination reluctantly.
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