"And put up Bronc Andrews in the Hamill," added Macnooder.
"Where do I come in?" said Crazy Opdyke, who had aspirations.
"You subordinate yourself to the success of your party," said Cheyenne.
"The devil I do," said Opdyke. "If you think I'm a negro delegate, you've got another thing coming. I may be a Decoy Duck, but either I'm made chairman of a Finance Committee or I lead a bolt right out of this convention."
"A Finance Committee?" said Butcher Stevens, mystified.
"Sure," said Cheyenne Baxter. "That's most important."
"I'll take that myself, then," said Macnooder aggressively. "I'd like to know what claim Crazy's got to a position of trust and responsibility."
"Claim or no claim," said Opdyke, pulling his hat over his eyes and tilting back, "either I handle the funds of this here campaign or the Anti-Federalist party begins to split."
"Shall a half-plucked rooster from the Cleve House hold up this convention?" said Wash Simmons militantly. "If we're going to be black-jacked by every squid that comes down the road, I'm going to get out."