SAM. Give to him? Git out.
DAVE. Well, you bet they said so, and Bollinger and Sarber and Cal and lots of them think so.
SAM. [Astonished.] Git out!
DAVE. Yes, sir-ee.
SAM. They better not say that to me.
DAVE. Why, they'd say it to Jim—you ought to hear them talking at the convention—
SAM. Is this the day of the convention?
DAVE. 'Tain't come to order yit, but they're all up to the Court House,—one feller nailed the telegrams on a bulletin where everybody could read them.
SAM. What telegrams?
DAVE. Why, Jim's.