'
"The Signal party says he's thankful he's found friends, an'
tharupon they-all lines out for the dance hall, where they gets
drinks, an' the Signal man, who's some pallid by now, figgers he'll
write them letters an' sort o' straighten up his chips for the
worst. Boggs observes that it's a good move, an' that Tutt an' he'll
take an o'casional drink an' ride herd on his interests while he
does.
"Tutt an' Boggs have got their brands onto mebby two drinks, when
over comes Doc Peets, lookin' deadly dignified an' severe, an' says:
"'Who-all represents yere for this gent who's out for the blood of
my friend, Texas Thompson?'
"'Talk to me an' Tutt,' says Boggs; 'an' cut her short, 'cause it's
the opinion of our gent this rancorous Thompson infests the earth
too long, an' he's hungerin' to begin his butchery.'
"'Which thar's enough said,' says Peets; 'I merely appears to notify
you that in five minutes I parades my gent in front of the post-
office, an' the atrocities can proceed. They fights with six-
shooters; now what's the distance?'
"'Make it across a blanket,' says Tutt.
"'An' fold the blanket,' breaks in Boggs.
"'You can't make it too clost for my gent,' says Peets.
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