MRS. VERNON. Say, your pa's been nominated, and made a speech!
JOE. Well, lemme tell you—
JIM. Well, never mind the speech, Joe—you're as good as elected anyhow.
JOE. And you done every bit of it—why, I took them blamed telegrams, and I told that convention everything I knew. Everything Kate told me—about your getting off the track 'cause you liked her. Tom, you told me yourself that Jim wasn't makin' no canvass fur the nomination. Do you know why? 'Cause he liked my Kate. Last night he gimme his resignation as sheriff. Do you know why?
BOLLINGER. Afore he give him the hoss?
JOE. Long before—and Jim Radburn, I believe you knowed then who that feller was, and I told the convention so. He did give Travers the hoss, and then I said, "He give up his pony to this feller 'cause he didn't have the heart to make Kate feel bad"—and I said—"What's Mizzoura—what's Pike County comin' to if we kin persecute a man like that," and, by golly, they jus' stood on their hind legs and hollered fur you!
BOLLINGER. I'm a-comin' inside myself if he pulls both guns. [Comes over the stile.
JIM. Why, Tom.
They shake hands.
JOE. An' they're up there now, like a pack of howlin' idiots, unanimously re-electing you sheriff by acclamation, and "Vivy Vochy," over and over agin.