He was explaining that he had been in this business for years, and had never had a job that gave him so much trouble.
"We'll win out," he said, "but the canvass isn't any Christmas joy--not this time.

There's Jim Whelan," he told them.

"We all know what Jim is--a Tory from way back, where they make 'em so they last, and a soaker from way back, too; one day on his job and two days sleepin' off his whiskey.

Now we don't need Jim Whelan's vote, never did need it, but the boys have generally been able to see that one of those two days was election day.

There's no necessity for Jim's putting in his paper--a character like that--no necessity at all--he'd much better be comfortable in bed.