The judge looked at him and gasped. But the look was an involuntary tribute of admiration.
“Well,” he said hesitatingly, “I don't know as there is, Jethro. No, there's no legal objection to it.”
“A-any other kind of objection?” said Jethro.
The judge appeared to reflect.
“Well, no,” he said at last, “I don't know as there is.”
“Well, is there?” said Jethro, again.
“No,” said the judge, with the finality of a decision. A smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“Well, I'm a candidate,” said Jethro.
“Do you tell me, Jethro, that you want me to appoint you agent to fix that road?”
“I-I'm a candidate.”