You'll either run this paper in my interest or I'll push Skeelty on to make the town too hot to hold you.

I've got power in this county, even if I ain't senator, and you'll feel that power if you dare oppose me.

Take your choice, girl--either to make good money out o' this campaign, or be run out of town, neck an' crop! It's up to you to decide." "In thirty seconds," said Patsy, her face as white as was Boglin's, "I shall ring this bell to summon my men to throw you out." The Honer'ble Ojoy slowly rose and put on his hat.
"Look out!" he said warningly.
"I will," snapped Patsy.
"This ain't the end of it, girl!" "There are ten seconds left," she said.
He picked up his card, turned his back and walked out, leaving his opponent trembling betwixt agitation and righteous indignation.

A few moments later Bob West came in and looked at the girl editor curiously.
"Ojoy Boglin has been here," he said.
"The Honer'ble Ojoy, if you please," answered Patsy, with a laugh that bordered on hysteria.
The hardware man nodded, his eyes reading her face.
"You were quite right to turn him down," he asserted.
"It was the only thing to do," responded the girl, wondering how he knew.
"But Boglin is a dangerous man," resumed West.

"Look out for him.