For
the day'll come when everybody'll be thinking and talking about me
most of the time."
Arkwright grinned. "It's lucky you don't let go before everybody
like that."
"Yes, but I do," rejoined Craig. "And why not? They can't stop my
going ahead. Besides, it's not a bad idea"--he nodded, with that
shrewdness which was the great, deep-lying vein in his nature--
"not at all a bad idea, to have people think you a frank, loose-
mouthed, damn fool--IF you ain't. Ambition's a war. And it's a
tremendous advantage to lead your enemies to underestimate you.
That's one reason why I ALWAYS win...So you're going TO TRY to get
me a wife?"
"I'm going to get you one--one of the sort you need. You need a
woman who'll tame you down and lick you into shape."
Craig smiled scornfully.
"One who'll know how to smooth the enemies you make with your
rough-and-tumble manners; one who'll win friends for you socially--"
Josh made a vehement gesture of dissent. "Not on your life!" cried
he. "Of course, my wife must be a lady, and interested in my
career. But none of your meddling politicians in petticoats for
me! I'll do my own political maneuvering. I want a woman, not a
bad imitation of a man.
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