"I was about to say, they can vote as they darned well please, and the same will be mostly the way they've voted every election the last fifteen years—except in Mid-Toronto."
"Are you through?"
"Well, that's all I can think of just now."
"But what's the use? You haven't got the shadow of a chance. Why, the government 'll be returned hands down."
"Sure; but 'The Big Wind' won't. He'll be returned sky high. Don't you forget it. Why, Mid-Toronto's just seething, Whimple—just seething. Every patriotic soul in the riding is repeating that well-known verse from Bill Shakespeare's 'Saturday Night in London':—
'Breathes there a man with soul so punk,
Who never to himself has thunk,
By hedges and by hook or crook,
We'll surely give Big Wind the Hook.'"
"Shakespeare! Shakespeare! Are you sure, Tommy?"
"Well, perhaps it wasn't him; but he's as good as any to tack it to."
"But, Tommy—seriously, is Jimmy Duggan going to fight?"
"Fight!—you bet your life he's going to fight, and he's going to win, too."