JOE. But look here, Jim, think of me. We're going in that convention together—agin each other—for the same office, and if you was to tell—
JIM. [Sharp turn.] Tell! Don't move—but jus' draw breath enough to take that back.
JOE. [Putting out his hand.] Jim!
JIM. [Pause.] Why, if anybody'd said you could a thought them things!
JOE. [Pleadingly.] Jim!
JIM. [Long pause.] Well, there—[Takes JOE'S hand.
Enter MRS. VERNON.
MRS. VERNON. [Nervously.] Joe, I've a notion to holler to Kate to run home. I don't like her walkin' with that man.
JOE. What man?
MRS. VERNON. Why, Travers. I don't know what Kate sees in him. [Returns to door.