O'Brien took the cigar from his mouth. “Did youse go to the primary last night?” he asked.
James did not even know there had been one. He had in point of fact been at a Country Club dance.
“Can youse tell me what the vote of your precinct was at the last city election?”
The budding statesman could not.
“What precinct do youse live in?”
Farnum was not quite sure. He explained that he had moved recently.
Big Tim grunted scornfully. He was pleased to have a chance to take down the cheek of any Farnum.
“What do youse think you can do?”
“I can make speeches. I'm the best orator that ever came out of Verden University.”
“Tommyrot! How do youse stand in your precinct? Can youse get the vote out to go down the line for us? That's what counts. Oratory be damned!”