"What's the matter?"
"Hell I dunno. . . . Things dont seem to go right. Here I've got myself all in deep in this political game and there dont seem to be no future in it. God I wish I was educated like you."
"A lot of good it's done me."
"I wouldn't say that. . . . If I could ever git on the track you were on I bet ye I wouldn't lose out."
"You cant tell Joe, funny things get into a man."
"There's women and that sort of stuff."
"No I dont mean that. . . . You get kinder disgusted."
"But hell I dont see how a guy with enough jack can git disgusted."
"Then maybe it was booze, I dont know."
They sat silent a minute. The afternoon was flushing with sunset. The cigarsmoke was blue and crinkly about their heads.
"Look at the swell dame. . . . Look at the way she walks. Aint she a peach
