Accordingly they waited for their revenge until the next election day.

They then, as Joe expressed it, decided "to vote furdest away from the leader"-- I am using the language of Joe's youth--and the best way to do this was to vote the Republican ticket.

In those days each party had a booth near the polling-place in each election district, where the party representative dispensed the party ballots.

This had been a district in which, as a rule, very early in the day the Republican election leader had his hat knocked over his eyes and his booth kicked over and his ballots scattered; and then the size of the Democratic majority depended on an elastic appreciation of exactly how much was demanded from headquarters.
But on this day things went differently.

The gang, with a Roman sense of duty, took an active interest in seeing that the Republican was given his full rights.