He said "Shet up" with an expression of foolish pride.

The postmaster of Banbridge, who was sitting somewhat aloof and held himself with a constraint of exclusiveness (he was new to his office and had not yet lost the taste of its dignity), laughed.
"Let me see, how many votes did you have this year, John ?" he asked, condescendingly.
"Five," replied John, with open exultation.
"Now, John, why didn't you get more than that, I'd like to know ?" Flynn laughed knowingly.

"Oh," he said, "it's the old story--not money enough." "But a lot promised they'd vote for you, didn't they, John ?" persisted the postmaster, Sigsbee Ray, with a wink of humorous confidence at the others.
"Yep, but damme, who expects anybody to keep an election promise if he ain't paid for it?
I ain't unreasonable.

What's elections for?
You wait." "Haven't you given up yet, John ?" "Well, I guess not.

You wait." "Say, John," interposed Amidon, "how much did you pay them five what voted for you this year, hey ?" Flynn looked up from Rosenstein's belathered face with a burst of simple triumph.