JOE. [Glad to change the subject.] Thirty, eh?
JIM. Every per car—and see here—Joe—
JOE. What?
JIM. [Draws second paper from pocket.] I've fixed up a kind of a resignation here.
JOE. Resignation?
JIM. Yes. I can't tend to this new business and do much work as sheriff, so I'm goin' to resign the sheriff part of it.
JOE. You mustn' do it, Jim—why, you've been keepin' the district like a prayer-meeting!
JIM. Well, somebody else kin sing the Doxology—you turn that into the council fur me.
Enter KATE and MRS. VERNON.
MRS. VERNON. I've put my foot down, Kate,—you can't go.