"'What's the meanin' of a cold an' formal racket sech as this?' he
howls, turnin' to Peets. 'I wants to go clost to my work; I wants to
crowd in where it's warm.'
"'I proposes a handkerchief,' says Peets; 'but Tutt objects on the
grounds that his man's got heart palp'tations or somethin'.'
"'You're a liar,' yells Tutt; 'our gent's heart's as solid as a sod
house.'
"'What do I hear?' shouts Peets. 'You calls me a liar?'
"At this Tutt an' Peets lugs out their guns an' blazes away at each
other six times like the roll of a drum--Texas all the time yellin'
for a weepon, an' cavortin' about in the smoke that demoniac he'd
scare me, only I knows it's yoomerous. Of course Peets an' Tutt
misses every shot, and at the windup, after glarin' at each other
through the clouds, Peets says to Tutt:
"'This yere is mere petulance. Let's proceed with our dooties. As
soon as Texas has killed an' skelped the hold-up you represents,
I'll shoot it out with you, if it takes the autumn.'
"'That's good enough for a dog,' says Tutt, stickin' his gun back in
the scabbard; 'an' now we proceeds with the orig'nal baite.'
"But they don't proceed none. As Tutt turns to his Signal sharp,
who's all but locoed by the shootin', an' has to be detained by
Boggs from runnin' away, Jack Moore comes chargin' up on his pony
an' throws a gun on the whole outfit.
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