But he wouldn't tell!
But kep' his mind immovibly sot, as I could see. And the very day of the shovel episode, along towards night he rousted out of a brown study,—a sort of a dark-brown study,—and says he,—
“Yes, I shall make out enough votes if we have a judicious committee.”
“A lyin' one, do you mean?” says I coldly. But not surprized. For truly, my mind had been so strained and racked that I don't know as it would have surprized me if Josiah Allen had riz up, and knocked me down.
“Wall, in politics, you have to add a few orts sometimes.”
I sithed, not a wonderin' sithe, but a despairin' one; and he went on,—
“I know where I shall get a hull lot of votes, anyway.”
“Where?” says I.
“Why, out to that nigger settlement jest the other side of Jonesville.”
“How do you know they'll vote for you?” says I.