"I ain't disputin' that it's final. I ain't talkin' about law. I was mentionin' Justice."
"The feller that loses is always gassin' 'bout Justice. When you win you don't think there's any flies on the Justice."
"Ain't had much experience with winnin'. We all knows who wins in these yere Meetin's."
"Who?" But they turned their eyes on Mr. Bonsor, over by the door.
"Who wins?" repeated a Circle City man.
"The feller that's got the most friends."
"It's so," whispered Keith.
"——same at Circle," returned the up-river man.
McGinty looked at him. Was this a possible adherent?
"You got a Push at Circle?" he inquired, but without genuine interest in the civil administration up the river. "Why, 'fore this yere town was organised, when we hadn't got no Court of Arbitration to fix a boundary, or even to hang a thief, we had our 'main Push,' just like we was 'Frisco." He lowered his voice, and leaned towards his Circle friend. "With Bonsor's help they 'lected Corey Judge o' the P'lice Court, and Bonsor ain't never let Corey forgit it."