“Jobe Gaskins, you make another move towards me, or attempt to strike me, and Ile knock you so cold youle never vote for another Republican office-seeker.”
I was a lookin at him all the time with the dipper drawed. He seen I meant jist what I said; so he walked over and sot down on the edge of the wood-box. Continerin, says I:
“‘Jobe Gaskins, you make another move!’”
“You are a purty-lookin feller, haint you? Thats as much sense as you and your likes has got. You would strike down the pardner of your life rather than listen to the truth about the rascality of the men who run your party.”
I had the dipper drawed all the time, and had stepped nearer to him.
“Betsy,” says he, pleadin like, “tell jist one dishonest thing a Republican officer ever done.”
Says I: “Now, Jobe, you are actin with sense. Where do you want me to begin, at the top among the big ones, or at the bottom among the little ones?”
“Begin at the bottom, Betsy, at the bottom,” says he.
“Well, Jobe,” says I, “you listen, and I will keep at the cakes or they will burn.”