"Can't be helped, Harry," said Anderson firmly. "I won't run ag'in a woman, so that's the end of it."
Harry looked cautiously around, and then, leaning a little closer, said:
"I know something that would put Minnie in the soup, clean over her head. All I've got to do is to tell what I know about—"
"Hold on, Harry," broke in the marshal sternly. "Is it somethin' ag'in her character?"
"It's something that would prevent every man, woman and child in Tinkletown from voting for her," said Harry.
"Somethin' scand'lous?" demanded Anderson, perking up instantly.
"Decidedly. A word from me and—"
"Wait a second. Is—is there a man in the case?"
"A man?" cried Harry. "Bless your soul, Anderson, there are fifty men in it."
Anderson fell back a step or two. For a moment or two he was speechless.