“Sure.”
“The question is, is he persuading any of my friends?”
“I’d say not.”
“Then I don’t need to worry.”
Gergue spat at the curb. “Can’t say. You see, Wint, there’s about sixty per cent. of this town—or any town—that’s neither enemy nor friend. Just neutral. Them’s the votes you got to get.”
“I don’t believe Routt will get many of those votes by lies.”
“Not if they’re knowed to be lies.”
“Every one knows they are lies.”
“It’s a funny thing,” Gergue ruminated. “But lots of folks take a kind of pleasure out of believing lies about other folks.”
Wint shook his head. “I don’t believe Routt is accomplishing a thing.”