“What you aim to do about it?”
“Do.... Get on record as soon as I can. Congratulate the Free Press on its courage and public spirit.”
“But she’ll pull somethin’ down onto us—her and that perfessor. Attractin’ notice to Gibeon. Fust we know, we’ll be havin’ Federal officers here, and then what?”
“We’ve fiddled long enough.... We’ll petition the Governor to appoint a sheriff—before somebody else gets his ear.”
“Me?” said Jenney.
“I guess folks’ll have to stomach you,” said Abner.
“But what about that danged paper? No tellin’ what she’ll hit on if she goes nosin’ around. Anyhow, she’ll git folks all het up and excited.”
“Well, what would you do about it?” Abner snapped.
“Me? I’d git me about a dozen fellers and fill ’em with booze and give ’em sledge hammers. Then I’d turn ’em loose on that printin’ office, and when they got through there wouldn’t be enough left of it to print a ticket to a church sociable with.”
“Um!...”