Gergue stared slowly at Amos, his eyes ponderously inquisitive. At length he asked: “What brand?”
Amos leaned toward him quickly. “Almost any good man could beat Chase, couldn’t he, Pete?”
“He might have—starting at the first go off. He couldn’t now.”
“Chase ain’t rightly popular.”
“No—he puts on too many airs.”
“Hardiston’d like to see a joke on him—now wouldn’t it?”
“Sure. A man always can laugh at a joke on the other fellow. Special if it’s on old Chase.”
“Pete—I kind of like Congress.”
Gergue nodded. “Don’t blame you a speck.”
“I want to keep a-going back there.”