"Yes," said Ike. "Yes, that's so. That's right."
"In everything, remember."
"Why, sure." That seemed quite simple to Ike.
"Swearing, drinking, fighting, gambling," Shock continued.
Ike hesitated.
"Why, you don't suppose He would mind a little thing like a smile with the boys now and then, or a quiet game of poker, do you?"
"What I say, Ike, is this—if you thought He did mind, would you quit?"
"Why, sure. You just bet! I said so."
"Well, Ike, supposing some—one of those chaps from the Pass, say Hickey, should walk up and hit you right the face, what would you do?"
"What? Proceed to eddicate him. Preject him into next week. That is, if there was anything left."