Thinkin a minit, says I:
“Fust, there is the county commissioners.”
“Hold!” says Jobe, jumpin to his feet, “dont lets go into that commissioner bizness——”
I turned right square in front of him, and drawin the dipper, says I:
“Now, sir, you set down, and set there till I tell you to git up.”
Jobe sot down.
Says I agin:
“Fust, there is the county commissioners and the bridges——”
“Betsy——” says Jobe, conquered like.
“Jobe!” says I, and I looked a look at him that made him drop his head.