human
Well, boys, whispered Mr. Brotherton to Morty as two townships were passed while they were reballoting,
gpt
Well, boys--you sure have played hell. He was mopping his red brow, and to a look of inquiry from Morty Mr. Brotherton explained:
human
You've beaten the Judge. They all think that it's your father's idea to knife him, and the foremen of the mines who are running these county delegations and the South Harvey contingent are changing their votes--that's how!
gpt
I wish to state, he said hesitatingly, then his courage came,
human
this time the anti-Van Dorn roar was overwhelming, deafening,
gpt
But I also wish to make it clear, continued the young man,
human
The roar from the anti-Van Dorn crowd came back again, stronger than ever. The convention had put its own interpretation upon his words. They knew he was merely making it plainer that the old spider had caught Judge Van Dorn in the web, and for some reason was sucking out his vitals. Morty sat down with the sense of duty well done, and again Mr. Brotherton leaned over and whispered,
gpt
Well, you did a good job--you put the trimmings on right--hello, we're going to vote again. Again the young man jumped to his feet and cried amid the noise, which sank almost instantly as they saw who was trying to speak:
human
I tell you, gentlemen, that so far as I know my father is for Judge Van Dorn, but the crowd only laughed, and it was evident that they thought Morty was playing with them. As Morty Sands sat down Nathan Perry rose and in his high, strong, wire-edged tenor cried:
gpt
Men, I'm voting only myself. But when a man shows doghair as Judge Van Dorn showed it to this convention in that question to Grant Adams--all hell can't hold me to--