“How?”
“How are the boys? Vote solid? Election's coming on, you know.”
“Comin' on soon?”
“Well, it looks that way, but really one can't say. We ought to be ready, though.”
“Can't be too soon,” said “Mexico.”
“How is that?”
“Time's agin ye. Leather pants goin' out of fashion,” with a glance at the schapps which the editor delighted to wear. “People beginnin' to go to meetin' in this country.”
“I hear you're going yourself a little, 'Mexico,'” said McKenty, facetiously.
“Mexico” turned his eyes slowly upon the Member.
“Anything to say agin it?”