We've got nothing more we can lose.
You go to it, Rube." And they started off.
So I went over town. Jake Smith was setting
on the piazza in front of his hotel, chawing and
spitting tobacco, with his feet agin the railing like
he always done, and one of his eyes squinched up
and his hat over the other one.
"Jake," I says, "where's that there doctor?"
Jake, he spit careful afore he answered, and he
pulled his long, scraggly moustache careful, and he
squinched his eyes at me. Jake was a careful man
in everything he done.
"I dunno, Danny," he says. "Why?"
"Well," I says, "Hank sent me over to get that
wagon and them hosses of theirn and finish that
job."
"That there wagon," says Jake, "is in my barn,
with Si Emery watching her, and she has got to
stay there till the law lets her loose." I figgered
to myself Jake could use that team and wagon in
his business, and was going to buy her cheap offn
the town, what share of her he didn't figger he owned
already.
"Why, Jake," I says, "I hope they ain't been no
trouble of no kind that has drug the law into your
barn!"
"Well, Danny," he says, "they HAS been a little
trouble. But it's about over, now, I guess. And
that there outfit belongs to the town now."
"You don't say so!" says I, surprised-like.
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