32, Simmons 5. There being no choice, you will prepare your ballots for another vote."
Just then one of the Conway men from the Second Ward left his place, and touched one of Nolan's fellows in the First Ward delegation—Donahue—on the shoulder. Donahue started. The man whispered in his ear, and returned to his delegation, keeping his eye on Donahue. Underwood looked on breathlessly. Nolan, revolving slowly, held his hat for every vote—last of all for Donahue's. The man dropped his folded ballot into the hat and hung his head. Nolan calmly picked the ballot out of the hat and gave it back to Donahue, who looked up in affected surprise.
"What's the trouble, Malachi?" he said as innocently as he could. He was not much of an actor.
"This won't do," Nolan said, giving the ballot back to the man.
"It's all right, Malachi, honest to God it is!" protested Donahue.
"Thin I'll just put this wan in for ye, heh?" said Nolan, drawing another ballot from the pocket of his huge waistcoat and poising it above the hat.
The crowd had pressed around the First Ward
