What's the use of your pretending to be as bad as Lige Bemis?
You know better and I know better and the whole town knows better.

He's little, and he's mean, and snooping, and crooked as a dog's hind leg.

Why, he was in here yesterday--actually in here to see me.

Yes, sir--what do you think of that?
Wants to be state senator." "So I hear," smiled the colonel.
"Well," continued the general, "he came in here yesterday as pious as a deacon, and he said that his friends were insisting on his running because his enemies were bringing up that 'old trouble' on him.

He calls his horse stealing and cattle rustling 'that old trouble.' Honestly, Martin, you'd think he was being persecuted.