“I’ll never live in the town with him Mayor,” Kite exploded. “I won’t live here. I’ll sell out and move away. I’ll shoot myself! Or him! I’ll....”
He petered out, and Amos grinned. “I gather you and Chase don’t jibe. What’s he ever done to you?”
“Grinned at me. He’s always grinning at me like a—like a—like....”
Amos smoothed the grin from his own countenance with a great hand, and tilted his head on one side. “You and him disagree some on the liquor issue, I take it.”
“We disagree on every issue. He’s....”
“Hardiston’s a little bit wet, ain’t it?”
“Of course! And no one objects! But this Chase wants to get in and make it dry. He’s a....”
“This county option law’s popular, though.”
“Popular—with fools and hypocrites like Chase.”
“Chase’ll make a good Mayor,” Amos suggested. “He’s a fine, public-spirited man. Always sacrificing himself for the town—sacrificing his own interests—an’ all that. So he says, anyhow. Said so to me, to-night.”