The Tennesseean roared:
"Waal, if all the cussin' men vote fur him—he'll sho be elected!"
"The real trouble—" the Major said thoughtfully, "is what the scandal-mongers keep saying about his wife—"
"He's killed one son-of-a-gun about that already, an' they better let him alone—"
"That's just it, my friend: he killed that skunk in a duel and it's not the only one he has fought either. Old Hickory's got the temper of the devil."
"Waal, thar ain't nothin' in them lies about his wife—"
The Major lifted his hand and moved closer:
"There's just enough truth at the bottom of it all to give the liars the chance they need to talk forever—"
"I never knowed thar wuz ary grain er truth in hit, at all—"