The motion carried, of course, though not without a great shout of "Noes" from the little band of Sprague men, who had gathered about their leader, looking defiance out of their defeat. The Garwood men had wrung the moist hand of Pusey, but it was Rankin whom they selected for the center of their celebration. As they crowded about him, they pommeled him, pulled him, screamed in his ears; they would have liked to toss him to their shoulders, but he was too big to be moved. He could only sit in the midst of all their clamor, and stare in wonder and amaze at Pusey. He, to whom all the credit for the victory was ascribed could not understand it, that was all. But presently when he heard his name mentioned officially, he stirred. Knowlton had moved that a committee be appointed to wait on Garwood and inform him of his nomination, and what Rankin heard was the voice of Bailey saying: "And the chair--appoints--as members--of the committee--Messrs. Knowlton of Logan--Randolph of Moultrie--and Rankin of Polk." The committee found their nominee in his room at the hotel. He was sitting calmly by his open window looking into the green boughs of the elm trees that grew along that side of the old hostelry. An open book lay on his knee, and having calmly called "Come in!" in answer to the knock at the door, he looked up as they entered, as if they had interrupted the meditations of a statesman. "Ah, gentlemen," he said, rising. He laid his book aside and stepped softly toward them. Rankin saw at once the change that was on him. His hair was combed, his face shaven, his long coat brushed, and he had donned a fresh white waistcoat. As Rankin noted these details, a pain pinched his heart, for he deduced from them that there was no surprise in store for Garwood. Ordinarily he would have been the first to speak, he would have rushed forward, and seized the hand of his candidate, and exulted in his frank and open way, but now the words he had were checked on his lips, and he remained dumb, growing formal as the sensitive will. Thus it was left for Knowlton, for Randolph had no stomach for the job, to say, as he held forth his hand: "Mr. Garwood, let me be the first to congratulate you on your nomination." Garwood smiled, and took Knowlton's hand. "Gentlemen, I thank you," he said. He gave his hand to Randolph, and last of all to Rankin. "Ah, Jim, old fellow," he said. But he did not meet Rankin's eye. "The convention is waiting for you, Mr. Garwood," said Knowlton, and the nominee answered: "Ah, indeed? I shall be glad to accompany you."